To Be As She.
it is the night of dark desire
a song of eternal pain
wolves vent their loneliness
the thirsting one awakes
wisps of death take her breath
and shrouds her pale form
the everlasting fear
is born once again
her raven hair cascading over
translucent ivory shoulders
as she tastes the darkness
a welcoming hello
eating away her mind
lonely thoughts streaming forth
from the earth beneath her
yet over her stands
a shared vitality
and she smiles vaguely at the sight of
modern conspiracy
poem by Ray Bambara
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