I once said, “How long, Lord
Before you restore the wind?”
It’ll come it’ll come it’ll come
I knew. The black coal’s dust consumed
My lungs, a dark smoke, my throat
A chimney; I could not squeeze
Coal into that glass held to eye
Causes young men to bend the knee
Women to thankfully cry,
“No, my words will never speak fire,”
I thought, “I’ll never squeeze
The coals of time. Do it God’s
Way; it’ll come, it’ll come;”
The bellows, I thought, no longer
Young enough to feed my lungs;
Now my passion consumes paper
And Goliath’s fingers crush
The coal; I am crushing
With the might of Goliath’s fingers;
No longer is the passion wasted
On the ignorant, uncaring dead.
No longer does my voice cry out
To a cold empty room
On a cold white sheeted mattress.
The power is too tempting
“Why play the victim now?”
I question God, it’s a more liberal
View. I haven’t had this view
Before; I squeeze diamonds
From the black lung, twist
The dust between my fingers
Toss it to the wind, to sparkle,
Draw man. “No longer will
I be victim to their sin. Now I am
Goliath;” but as I wax in my
New skin, David hurls the rock
From its sling.
Our Lady embedded in Ice
There men saw her as a sprite
Reflected in her cage of white
Men chased her form of watery light
In dreams that came hard in the night
Her body lucid, long and lean
A cold corpse, frozen to the earth
Blue hair, bent arm, frozen knee
The sun took pity, broke the back
Of the ice block, set her free
So through high mountains,
Cliffs and rocks she trickled
In a gathering stream, in rivulets
Of tears, mouth open
Her bosom’s skin slipped over ice
Pain built up the rage within
And sorrow brought it to the light.
Green – the color of fast and deep
White – the foam that came in waves
Along the long and joyous vein
She spreads her long body
Knee bent, her heavy breasts pinned
Blasted, rippled by the wind
She’s touched only by old earth’s hand
Its gravity like a naked man
Basking in her pools
Her face and belly ghosting him, a mirror.
Watch her through the thickening trees
Her body sliding toward the sea
A torturous rape, a rapid ride
For all who’ve hung upon her side
Hearts pound, as she shrieks and sighs
With each down stroke a demon dies
Within the man who’s held the pain
Endured her crushing fingers round
Who’s felt the pound of her breasts soft
Been beaten by her to the blood
And wants for centuries her cold flood.