Lark and Eagle: Call of the Queen

Pomegranate juice and eggs;
Each seed within the fruit,
Blooms into a new truth.

Bright as blood

Marked both the entry and the exit wound

Atop shards of glass, purified 

By the heat of the sun

I laid my body to dry.

Emptied now
In shame, I rest;
I can no longer cry.
Precious liquid, stolen from me,
Not sold on grocery store shelves
Further evidence of your generosity.

I'd kill to taste again.
Though the snake at my doorstep
Said you were dead to begin with
I study each day
To become a resurrectionist 
And love you once again, my Lazarus.

I hold your kingdom
The bird in my chest
I bid you to awaken
And return to its nest.

Apotrópaios

After pouring it back into the eastern Earth

Drenched in moonwater and amethyst 

I lit the last cigarette

And told a passing plane

“We’re finished”

To confirm I had a witness.

If there’s a burning tower somewhere, 
You’ll be sure to find Justice

By following the trail of ashes. 
At the end, she’ll be there 

With her sisters 

Smoke, Amaretto, and Charm

Dancing all in a circle, 

Locked in arms.

Borrowed with interest

The first cardinal of spring 

Perched himself on my tree,

A dragonfly kissed me on the cheek,

And a sunburn, finally

The shedding begins—

Empty the cabinets 
Water the garden.

I cannot say I’m sorry,
Nor will I ever beg your pardon;
But I’d throw a coconut in the ocean 
To see how it might grow.

Harvest

A golden maiden gathers the grains;
A silver reaper turns the fields into decay. 

Yesterday I prayed for rain;
Today a tornado came.