Anne Bonney

Radical Society, Oct-Dec 2003 by Bonney, Anne

When I looked forward

I was inclined to see

the point of convergence

wherein

all I valued lay,

and then

to see the same

piling up.

I never knew theft,

only domination;

as I was possessed,

so the possession

I bore from my body

and amid fight.

I am impatient with encounter,

just the fruit of it,

like a child, dropped from my gut,

become an island.

Criminals foreswear destination,

but my trove

is not embodied place

but the cross-hairs

that endow its focus.