Two Poems


William Allegrezza

shells
 
perhaps
 
      it is decided
 
“our words are shells”
 
beyond halos
 
          matter
 
      with a political will so long
 
      that no one counters
 
the free
 
 
 
 
 
 
intent
 
practice
 
      once    then again
 
whisper over lashes
 
          past handles
 
      into just the right ears—
 
      those who wait,
 
      who unbecome
 
          are nowhere else
 
“cease”
 
      moving
 
towards
 
      the I
 
of stasis