Poem
The critic by Hannah-May
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let us tame you
let us clip down your claws
and comb through the matted locks of your fur
let us wrench the spirit from your womb
& watch you wither
like bluebells out of May
hear these words of malice
feel the fervour of our numbness
you are too able to feel
too able to express this life into a language
you should not speak
you should not speak it
do not speak of
wilderness
look at you
wilder than a storm
look how she has wrapped green fingers around your life
choked the civilised from your tongue
look how life has unfurled like fresh ferns from spring soil
look at your madness
your naked body
laid bare against the rain
who told you
you could reject the life you were supposed to have