Untitled Poem 7/3/10

You, little shadow, over there
In the jungle you pray you are asleep,
Unnatural as a crucifix,
The marriage of saying 'Yes'
Over and over again;

Gliding with ancient clarity

Reveals us Severin infuriated!
The most public face over
Other faces facing;

Phlegm of voice spat

And continues to reveal –
I proceed to be a novice,
Aiming little shadow at the breakfast table;

Severin below her (the most purist

Leader of Maidens), wants her dead –
But bound and gagged – O, enemy!

Softly, in the dusk, I do not hear,
Softly, in the dusk, a woman ...