False Senses Deny What Is Rightly Mine
by Anna Ruiz
a samurai’s wife is a dead creature
she’s fallen on his sword, eviscerated
with her office
her geisha face wiped clean just before
the death mask is placed
carefully enough to be recognized
when
apple blossoms fall,
she is
gently carried down
poetic rivulets of blood
and the nightingale escapes
from cracked ribcages
songs women sing
in other lives
when feet were bound and mouths
were stained red with silence
this is not true today
a husband will always follow behind
her funeral procession
butterflies are free to land on any flower while poems
eulogize
they still shoot horses, don’t they
in proper dancing
halls when swords are left behind
in foreign words
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Copyright © 2010 by
Anna Ruiz