Chewing her way through:
I do not know
I am not
I am jumbled up and shaken, left here
Mouth full, when will the final point be?
When do the buds bloom?
When do I hear it?
Sword in their hands, redeemed
Fire and ash, cracked earth
Rivers hot and blue
Spilled over and frothed

I made some coffee,
I sat down to my duties
I took a deep breath, ate what was clean
Stretched like the cat,
The fist was mine
Somewhere else,
Coated and closed in
Closed out