Writings of the general word's body

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Alter Ego

How true it is
That today is yesterday’s tomorrow
When my nostrils ran
And I licked the dripping mucus
While you suckled on Eszhiiokwum’s nipple

You were both the canoe and the paddle
And I was the diver who stayed afloat
Defying turbulent waves…

The sea brought you an eel
And I found a shell ashore

Troubled by the glint in your greedy eyes
I stretch my worn hands
If only you’ll take it

And look upon me as your undying shadow
Secure in muted appeals
Yearning for your contentment!

© Patrick Iberi

  • Alter Ego is taken from Patrick Iberi's forthcoming poetry collection, Echoes of a Desolate Voice. Used with permission.
  • Iberi is the Art Editor of Sentinel Poetry Online.