I Wipe The Ashes From My Feet I Bathe My Wings In Rainwater

circling
                                                my eyes
                                                circling I see
                                                positioned before me

                                                                                    the man as impostor
                                                                                    consumer of instability
                                                                                    the man as thief

                                                robber of vulnerability
                                                                                    the man as himself
                                                                                    lying and running
                                                                                    the man as forever
                                                lying and running…
binding
fraudulent integrity
binding my vexation

                                                until finally combustion
screaming
my thoughts stop
screaming
                                                 heated heart vestiges
dislodging rays of incineration
smoldering remains
floating
                                                 my womb attempts
floating into
caverns of carved blood
ventilating derivative love
                                                  burning out
grotto of my sad soul
burning out
I alter
                                                 I rise
emerging
my emerging
begins again
                                                discolored but implacable
I wipe the ashes from my feet
I bathe my wings in rainwater
on  I  go|

                                                 

MariJo Moore © 2003
from the forthcoming book Confessions of a Madwoman