Life in its messiest manifestations
still born, leaky sieve, a fish churned in the water
A womb whetted for war
kiss on the cheek, of death, upon the crown
of chaos – unto comfort – crows cawing
a chorus of collective fear
Dreams of cancer
express a last rite
with a cane
to hold the body steady
and sweeten the stalks
of fond remembrance
I am a poem held back
for three months
without a single high
to hang a hat or heart or muse upon
now unleashed – tongued
in the cavity of darkness –
a wart in all its glory
Algae splintered
by moss and fungus/
yin and yang/
dualistic wonders
merged and melting
into pure light
before the yawning sun
sucks the center home
with an implosive sigh