Space will not melt
into something more
this is all we have
a colorless juju
Salt of soil is delivered from
the sweat of birthing women
Jugs of thighs pouring forth
from dust
living constellations
Upon this earth
human stars rot
Each of us an offering
unbalanced, teetering
It started in Genesis
a prophet’s knife
cut the bone
and sliced the marrow
there was light
only for darkness to be
the contradiction
© Dah
Excerpt from The Opening
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About the Author
A prolific writer and an awarding-winning photographer, Dah has been writing poetry for many years, and according to himself, he has not reached the degree of writing that he knows exists somewhere in his mind. Dah is working on his next collection of poetry.
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