looked upon the flowers blooming, leaves
flesh ascending t’ward the rising sun.
at the center I saw your face, weaves
you that grew—because of what I’d done.
eyes were closed within the petal’s frame,
given by winged creatures of old,
hardened bones stillborn despite the game
children play to pluck you from the fold.
are dozens. You are every flower,
denizen of this peaceful meadow.
you died, I raised you through my power,
you time to thrive again and grow.
here I’ll wait until you fully bloom,
way you did when you had left my womb.
Engagement by the Sea
came upon the bloated man at dawn,
ashore by the coming tide, tangled
wet from sea-water, face gaunt and drawn.
heavy frown, her lips wet and spangled,
turned to leave the swollen corpse alone,
when she felt the cold dead hand she spun,
saw the man lifting a seaworn stone.
outstretched hands that glistened in the sun,
gurgled words she did not understand,
rolled his eyes far back into his head,
withdrawing back to the sea, hand
holding hers, as if they would be wed.
the stone held upon her beating chest,
disappeared under the coming crest.
came upon a field where words were scrawled,
that stretched beyond the sky, secret roots
the ever-yawning mouths of gods, sprawled
the dirt beneath my very boots.
hung a plant so ripe with hanging fruits,
such fruit with words etched upon its skin.
I plucked and ate and gave my tributes
the long-buried gods released their din.
fruit, I knew, was the life of their kin.
skin held stories and secrets of old.
the mouth of gods I ate, with a grin—
nothing sat in the field but mold.
upon tasting, I had learned too much,
greatly wished that I had never touched.