EDITH

I'm neither here nor there alive nor dead

i occupy two different dimensions

red skin and bone pink and spotted

my name causes loss of breath Edith

The gift of war ever peaceful at peace

there are no terrors don't visit on me

i bring the key to the door of truths

i believe would never need evidence

if some such as the meek ringing with verse

even metaphor rushes eaglelly,

a lights to a high point alerted beak

Wings drawn to the trunk and talons secure

first I would listen to the wind what says

why does it would it could it should try

I'm nothing to go magic on geez.

leave me with my self admiration

poor piteous me Shakespeare, nunnery

inhabited by martyrs of errors

I'm too dumb to be credible and so

Look at what passes for a language,.

You get me but pretend not to care

between two points a line to draw