bring me my sword


my chariot, my cups
a little food
for when our bellies ache

when we will wonder
why we came
to this place

this time
this line
in the sand

perhaps we thought
a little more mystic

a little less
wedded to our bodies
and our belts

did you want
something more holy
than the knowledge

that, baby,
I was a goddamn fool
for you?

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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