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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