Walpurgis 2
You are queen of the flowering dark
Life come crawling from the mud,
Supplication of satellites
Lily in the graveyard, flight of doves
You are the skin’s book,
Your hair the night, thick with threnody,
The dance of farmwives in the mountain
I am the black, the gravepit
The bonepile and ash, the knifeblade
I am the black goat and cockerel
I am blood in the furrow,
Shadow on the mountain,
I am terror, and slaughter of lambs
The winter’s teeth
Friday, April 30, 2010
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