No Say

No Say     (by Christine Biles, published on slipnet – the Stellenbosch Literary Project website, September 2012)

 

Skin turns gray when it dies.

And it can die in any number of ways.

Just like you.

And when the time comes,

you’ll have no say.

 

They decide.

 

You’ll never be what is in your heart.

They decide,

so tremble.

 

Strings pull at your arms, legs.

Strings reach in

through both ears.

They wind their way along the crevasses

of your brain,

so tremble.

 

Strings stretch down

past clenched teeth,

between your left tonsil

and sensitive uvula,

down your ridged esophagus

and into your heart.

 

Strings weave inside your veins,

your arteries,

in both atria,

both ventricles.

Your heart beats to the pull

of these strings,

so tremble.

 

Your blood is taken,

drawn up, absorbed by them

these strings.

Your life blood.

 

You have no say.

 

They decide,

so tremble.

 

You’ll never be what is in your heart.

Tremble,

but, by God, be grateful.

 

 

(http://slipnet.co.za/view/poetry-project/no-not-never/)

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