and when it’s all said and done
when this awesome wave crashes down on me
and drowns out the lights that shine from my skull on fire
when this drum has settled and earth turns backwards
this cage will still rattle

neither time nor death can end this bloodflow
this antithesis of defeat, this continual sense that nothing
and i do mean no thing can disarm the nuclear war
that resides deep in the caverns of my chest
and it is the anthem that rings ear to ear in the lost highway
of the unrequited love that i have for absolutely everything

i am the eye of this storm and through my touchless silence
i will bring hell and highwater to every day that dare confront me
to every moment unblissful and expanding in competition
this starburst of peace is what’s got me burning so quickly to war

and maybe you will be there for me to stand beside
or maybe this is just an echo shot out in the everything
that maybe we can capture maybe but either way it’s here

and i hope you see this cage that contains this holy monster
come desperate days or brilliant revolutions of lightning
this cage will still rattle


Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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