Stone Legacy I. a nightmare for Jeniva stones have been and will be eaten by the Light Ones, for light streams float no legacies each One stands alone the stones dense bits of human darkness forged in the bowels of the Dim Ones offered up in chipped chunks to load the Light Ones down she swallows the stones to weight her spirit to feign a mid-life to shield her light from the Dim Cronies' scorn she swallows to build a shutter until she lays choking on the bitter taste of blue-lipped babble spilling over where once her bright dreams were borne gasping for luminance she spits the stones into her lover's eye blackening its magic she hocks them into children's ears dream-ripping and jagged she squeezes them into her bile the stones infect her blood she now has love for patronage and patronage for love the legacy quarrying with the Dim Ones now she is no longer Light she forges stones of her own and babbles nothing bright She feeds her stones to babies she has yet to bare and dreams of how they'll glow for her she is completely unaware II. Jeniva's Wednesday On a Red-Hot ricochet rampage She whines what She should scream I am suffocating on the stones choked up onto my soul at its every emancipation smothered in honey then gingerly fed to me from the tip of a silver spoon I have swallowed the stones fed to me by my Mother bred in the bile of my Father quarried to teach me the value of weight and to prime me to carry my fare share I am the baby made bare by the pelting, chafed raw by its persistence I am bleeding on the stones will I soon bleed stones? if they can not touch me or see me can they stone me? should I stand up or run away? anonymity is not freedom yet-- I would rather be a stray
Mary Masi's Questions:
1. Is the first use of bare, from the last full stanza of part one ("she has
yet to bare"), made clear in part two by the "I am the baby made bare". Or,
is the use of the BARE so foreign that the reader cn only see it as a
2. Is the voice so based in imagry that no sense can be made of the eating of stones...that is , can you see the stones as those mundane things noone can quite name?