Animus Revertendi Poem by Birgit Bunzel Linder

I read it like wine
I recite it like dance
I pirouette around stanzas
I exhale a caesura

I adopt paratactics
I enjamb my breath
I metaphorse lines
I alliterate my tears

I perform without rhyme
I syncopate my heartbeat
I entitle myself
I become a poem

I stamp it on the wings of a swallow
And let it disperse above reach
I scratch it onto the scutes of a turtle
And send it out into the sea

I dispatch it into fallen leaves
So something old can stay
I hurl it out of a blazing heart
To brand it for public display