Ode to Mary or On Giving Birth to Rabbits
thump thump
my heartbeats dead
i know my prayers
she hears my rabbit fears
a crowd of sorrow spreads
innocence pure & peerless yes
no boy or girl is fearless
your voyeur is not me i am
less omnipotent & blind as keyholes
holy grails & papercuts i am
childless fatherless & contagious
celestial feral & leporiphobial
the danseuse étoile is a stillborn
killer forbidden & priveleged
ready to know all her lines fall
in pleasent places blurred soft & wet
where preachers vultures circling
nothingness renounces me
toward your idea of heaven
a kind of hell without you yet
my eyes beclouded with tears of wine
my cheeks are church bells undivine
bringing low the she the song of
oldest goldest anatomies mary
the ideal wound the perfect disease
comforts me in times like thieves these
windowless souls lick the navel cup
from your dreams eardrums of honeysuckle
the sandman candies eyes & lullabies
in pockets deep she finds triganometries
to sigh to sound the end of all
hunger & longing stomachs & wombs
even if only for her the
mourning comes too soon
"Most true it is, I dare to say,
E'er since the Days of Eve,
The weakest Woman sometimes may
The wisest Man deceive."
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