Alice

Who, are you?

Smoke rings drifting in the breeze;

silt and the smell of rotting leaves, and I

I face you.

The toadstool bleeds red,

the moon bares her many teeth.

Inch by inch by inch we move

I don’t like you.

Who are you?

Temper flares and temper seethes;

I’m not myself, you see.

And you don’t see, but

I’ve faced wonders, and seen horrors;

I am the pioneer, the conquistador, the valkyrie, all in one.

You don’t scare me.

You can’t scare me.

The ships roll into the harbor, and

anchors fall.

Mushroom clouds loom overhead;

so who, are you?

#poetry #yungseolee