Wednesday, April 17, 2024

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;
Precious liquid, stolen from me,
Not sold on grocery store shelves
Further evidence of your generosity.

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 dove in my chest
I bid you to awaken
And return to its nest.


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