Michelle Bellerose

Insect Body

Michelle Bellerose


On the wretched blooms 
Of words never spoken
Your love has past away 
A thunder never broken
The stress of life 
For this my insect body
Plumbed to the cork 
Your judgement 
Sticks right through me

I dare not take a breath 
For want of movement
'Mid the forest and trees 
Of darkness returning
And now the funeral pike 
Of our lost people
The listless 
Binding cape 
Of my companions

I lay myself upon 
These stagnant blossoms
The sky of blue 
That's left 
Fills me with wonder

(Repete letra)