Survival
by DOROTHY LEE RICHARDSON
I AM a murderer and so are you.
This sire is dead in me; that sire remains.
We let our fathers out of our own veins.
We resurrect in blood our fathers too.
This sire is dead in me; that sire remains.
We let our fathers out of our own veins.
We resurrect in blood our fathers too.
Pirates revive whose victims walk the Curb,
A dead priest animate in an artist’s eye
Worships, and the whore that would not die
Contrives the risen reformer to disturb.
A dead priest animate in an artist’s eye
Worships, and the whore that would not die
Contrives the risen reformer to disturb.
We all destroy; we all select our own
Perhaps eternal comrades. Our own will
Decides if cowardly fools or men well-grown
Go with us down the inevitable hill
When go we must, apparently alone,
Surrounded by the selves we did not kill.
Perhaps eternal comrades. Our own will
Decides if cowardly fools or men well-grown
Go with us down the inevitable hill
When go we must, apparently alone,
Surrounded by the selves we did not kill.