Open the window to floods,
drought, plagues.
Stand, remembering locked passages
Past the door lies tunnels to another land.
The risk of magic: there, through
wind made flesh
Heaving sobs, tremors,
the acrid electric smoke of hair, & hope –
Open the window to floods,
drought, plagues.
Stand, remembering locked passages
Past the door lies tunnels to another land.
The risk of magic: there, through
wind made flesh
Heaving sobs, tremors,
the acrid electric smoke of hair, & hope –