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