an exchange of a few words
turning like sirens racing to save a dieing moon
in the fury of the morning
when birds sing and hearts align
like glorious mummies in the grave
decomposed
and awaiting the words of the curse to be uttered
by some love stricken woman carrying the burden
of the perfect day that withered away like
the snow in the summer underneath
tarnished melodies sung by the greatest of our time
my jawline contracts with the wind
the secrets of the invisibility rushes like the night
there is no stopping this truth from unraveling in front
of me like the baby coming out of the mothers womb
there is not stopping this fight
I hardened underneath the pale sun
like clay
turned
molded pottery
crafted by the music that rested upon me and
tough family nights where my father would bang on the door
I became stone

chosen
enduring like flowers who break to open
and reveal the most female of their colors
brushing chastity upon my charred heart
I become soft again
cradled in the arms of nature and her tragedy
that has grown far worse than any I have ever seen
her beauty
magnificent
and how she endures the blood shed of men
the tyranny of women
the tears of children
the atomic warfare
the bombs
the anguish

I learn from her that all things are equal
in the sense of the willow that covers her flowers in 40 feet of shade
roots clung to the heart of the soil beneath
he is equal to the twig