Thighs Full of Black Birds
for D.A.

my pen from my ink well, I have inserted in her
and have discharged poems, impregnating her

she is large with my songs
I sing and she stretches, she swells and she grows

what of when my songs within her, accumulated,
accumulating, translate into thighs apart,
as wide as she can stretch them

jaws apart, as wide as mouth can open
to scream as loud, as long as she can

what of when she gives birth to a poet
or when she is born again into one


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
1:11 p.m. 15.08.09