One from 5 years ago

Threshold
(Ode to Frida Kahlo)

The glass showed me
scarred
Until frogs lept
Out of wells

People shredded
Bone charred
Frames woven
By web of strength
spurt whence
Blade pierced

Scarred is not maimed
Maimed not disabled
Disabled not dead

Guns, I implore
Find thine mark
For that which does not die
Lies beyond
the reach of knives

I take
Far more
Than I think
I can

It is indeed
A life shallow
One that
Escapes the knife

(Penned July 25, 2004)