6 Imix
Red Rhythmic Dragon
I descend at the Height of Day
Mind awake
Eyes wide open---
I find dead my Maidenhead---
A Land of Life strewn with Bones
Dry white Skeletons lying on Stones---
Life decayed/ Care delayed
Turns the Landscape deathly gray
Wind blows through Bones---
Sounding moans, both high and low
For Years and Generations
No Family here---
Bones alone
Shame eats the Flesh of Love---
A gaping Maw of guilty Acts
Consumes the Meat that might sustain us---
Furies---Harpies dive
To take the Smile from smiling Lips---
A Hand too frightened to caress
Hits hard and hits again---
Hearts break open---
Red Rage grows---
Hear the Breeze
Blowing through Bones---
Too little Tenderness, too late
Can neither stop the Wind
Nor alter Fate.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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