Diaper-smell, sweet rosewater--
out here, far from the sea,
in a church where the sailors
never go,
(the flies buzz on the altar,
they land on the sacrifice,
they feast)
she dances with scarves &
swords, she gyrates &
stares with ceramic eyes.
Lady of the cloth,
pale of skin & dark of
hair, golden choker about
her neck, red letter upon
her breast,
(the flies baptize themselves
against the meager sunlight)
she dances.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Diaper-smell, sweet rosewater--
out here, far from the sea,
in a church where the sailors
never go,
(the flies buzz on the altar,
they land on the sacrifice,
they feast)
she dances with scarves &
swords, she gyrates &
stares with ceramic eyes.
Lady of the cloth,
pale of skin & dark of
hair, golden choker about
her neck, red letter upon
her breast,
(the flies baptize themselves
against the meager sunlight)
she dances.
