Melissa Eleftherion

ditch poem #20

it was the wildness
everything was singing and
you tried to protect me
i resisted it was pitch
and forest it was the trenches

i washed my mother and
donned its mud i slept
among the trees my golden guilt

it was the wild nests of
Brooklyn summer it was the
Cyclone everything was grit
and sunshine a glitter
of dun sand. What is protection
he asked under the boardwalk
who rides the Wonder Wheel

i resisted it was milk
or the ditch
so i started digging.