I am enthroned any place that I sit
Hedgewitch queen
Anointed by the dirt on the soles of my feet
Briars scratch my arms and cheeks,
Lovelier than silver chains
Wandering queen
I claim every place I step for my kingdom

How we love to dream of plagues.
Revulsion is a god whose altar is looked upon
through the fingers of our covered faces.
Our demise is a guilty pleasure.

I am four queens,
I am shuffled through the deck.
I fear drawing another card,
There are so many cards between myself,
And so many futures I am unsure of.

I don't recall the names of trees and flowers.
I recall their beauty.
Perhaps if they don't need a name to be what they are,
I don't either.