i have no name

I HAVE NO NAME


I am standing here

Waiting for the sun to rise

The cold from the night has crypt into my very self and left behind the harsh truth of the shadows that follow me

All is the nothing I know

What I am, I have questioned

He watches me from afar, deep in his blues and thoughts

I am aware of him

In my minds eyes a fantasy approaches me

He walks towards me and covers my eyes, I fall to my knees

This is not submission; this is what it it’s not.

He will never get that close, he sees me for what I am unapproachable

A distant unforgiving person

In his voyeuristic view are eyes meet

This is not the romantic notion of sensitivity

This is cold as we know the purpose of one another

Only the night covers his stealth

He surprises me standing right next to me; his hand touches mine, a brush of fate

He whispers words of such –to me that only I can comprehend

I put my hands to his eyes only to find out his eyes have been pecked out by birds of prey

He speaks more profound “we are what we set out to be “

He takes out a silver dagger ---it seems to sing

Evil that has a sound of its own

Slit his wrist with such a casualness that it seems normal common place

Dipping his finger deep into the maroon

Placing that same bloody finger on my forehead

Making the cross

Going off into the night

I will find his bones picked clean from scavengers of the flesh of one that has no name

I will take his skull and polish it until a spark comes back to eyes that have been pecked away

Dawn is breaking, and the brighter it gets the more my eyes start to hurt while my soul aches

When the sun is overhead and the light is intense

I find myself in the middle of the desert of nowhere, naked except for the cross



Carrie Ann Kawa

7/2006