She descends
In winged dominance
Over barren waters
My fear is entranced
Holy reverberations
Mountains quiver.
High-winged creatures clap
Distanced, they circle Her air.
Time caves in my space
She cups my broken waste.
I am packed meat in
Her crusted cocoon.
I cry Her wasted tear.
Blue sky above and near.
Salted demons dance
On thirsted tongue.
And now, in Her rigid rock-womb
A bloody song is rung.
Ears bleed forth
I’ve lost sight of Her sun.
Angry sparks fly in the bellied
Soul of my eye.
Screaming breath, I crack her nest egg of death.
I fear Her no more
I am Her fathered son of lore.