Frail Altars
Marguerite Harrold
Finally your tank has cracked
Your army green fractured
Bare bone bends the night
Beneath a body of metal
Stranded with the damaged leaves
An olive colored jungle in splinters
You’ll find pieces of me
Inside what’s left of you
An offering of rotten oranges
A temple of wrinkled postcards
A pocket knife busted
Encrusted with blood
In these liberated hours
You’ll remember
When the light terrorized you
And there was no bottom
I covered you with my skin
Inside me you floated
Like Vishnu dreaming the chaos
We moaned a mantra more careful than fear
Moon
Moon I am not
I wanted to see you cry
And overwhelm the Buddha
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