I seek my
love in a land as dry as the bones of prophets.
Scriptures
burn on a demon’s breath.
It is
written
he will
come as a serpent,
shedding
skin like rope.
Twine it in
your hair,
but do not look back.
So sayeth
the Lord.
Words fall
like widows from a pyre.
Ashes vault
across the sand.
My mouth
filled with sorrow’s stone.
Love
compacted on the tongue
is a weight
that cannot call him.
His silence, a chamber of broken flight,
feathers
falling
without
mercy.
Revolution
from the east
Footsteps
from the south
Rumours
from the north
Gunshot
from the west
You are a
constellation of broken promises
glittering
in the ancient dark,
resurrecting
the deaths of every moment
When will
you come my warrior, adorned in grief,
your one
eyed snake wet with conquest?
My longing
for you
is the aim
of an arrow
a miracle
of coincidence at war with fate
crossing this land.
My crown of
stones
Shadows
birth in the dying light, bearing
shrouds,
but I am no buried bride banished to dust.
My sorrow
is a lust
rising like
a hawk .
I
shall drown you in the delta of my thighs.
Love will
tear
The lotus
from its roots.
In this
land of scarab and scorpion, the carrion crow is king
Come! Beak
of divine oracles,
pluck out
my eyes,
blind me to
what is gone.
The whore
of darkness whispers her trade:
lifts her
skirts over the river,
straddles
the sun
Snivelling
tides salt our harvest, singe the barley.
We march on
a map of famine,
lost
in loss,
finding
fools
slicing air
with cunning blades of fear,
until his
body is a
scattered
tribe.
Grief has
worn me to a sparrow. Even the moon is a widow, her breath a broken mirror. He
will not come .
His heart
is
a robbed
drum
His voice a
locked door. Silence is a messenger
kinder than
the
gossip of
death.
My arms
hold each piece of you: thirteen
suckling babes.
Resurrection
without memory is a wasted song,
your
body an empty casket,
your
shrines turned to sand.
I hear your
voice whispering, flooding my dreams,
your
divinity unshed,
your soul
unsheathed
I am Isis, she whose tongue is the waters of the Nile,
Whose mouth
is a vessel for your thirst.
