Month: October 2023

Angels
feed me feathers
without flesh.

Do you
remember,
mother,
when I let
the cascade of
entrails
swing like rubies from
the hare
I found
at a crossroads
on a full moon
(who I knew, and
knew I,
was a witch?)

Be.
Come.
Death.

Aye
titch on carraigs
in water
brother
I see your veins pump
under transluscent skin
and no longer
hunger
but let blood
flow where
it goes to.

Be.
Come.
Death.

Aye we
famish
in the cillíns
stones without names
beget sons with no memory
beget womyn fearful
of crying.
I ate soil by the fistful
and still you could not see me.

Be.
Come.
Death.

Father
do you remember
when I thought you were
the face of God
and so when you hurt
me
I felt it was holy
and I was sainted by you?
And how when
most coveted the blood fell
it wasn’t to the earth
and so the earth died
and so did I
and so did you?

Be.
Come.
Death.

Daughter
You are unborn
hung like a storm cloud
I am spitting ash
and dust
cry me water
blessed by falling
so I can taste you
as this is as close
as I can ever come
to kissing the swirling
crown of your head.

Remember
you said
if I said
the right thing
the good Lord will take it away?

When he does though
where does he hide it?

And is it not
in this
crisis
that he is giving it back
again?