psalteryandlyre

Two Poems

my secret / footprints, / dark blue / hard metallic

Once there was a language of women. Once / there was script for / “world” and “womb” outside / the characters of men.

It’s only late in life you understand / sacrifice: the bees died trying / to save the blooming world.

You gathered lions around you, on your head and in your gilt clay heart. Like a grubby child collecting iridescent scarab shells in Jericho.

Save me from me / when I believe everything I think.

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When the world goes / up in flame—even as the ash settles / to scar the skin—we go on in wonder

Christ entered the water / here, stepping from the cubic / shore.

Look at / the rows of children / instantly orphaned / crying Mami, Papi— / those long vowels / of perennial mourning