billyfivecrows

(from "pacifist warfare")

Geograpy of pale
Blue cliff, twin only

To the cloud-wound
Of mirror. No heart

Goes solo; children
Follow wings, swallowed.

The day Eden married
Singing, we all wallowed

In the woman. I was
Pretty, I roared

Enough. I was as
Infamous as a spy

Of cloth in a mouthful
Of ribs. I was a pen

That sentenced any
Random virgin

To ransom. I brought
The husband, bought

Time with equilibrium.
(Jaw dropped like obsolete

Hostage in raw field.
Poppy missle. Mistletoe.

Evergreen. Shiny, white
Berries buried in an image

Of light. Hunger. Age, then
Rage. Umbilical sage

Severed at premonition.)