After

Part 4 of chapbook

I knew it less the day before
When time had touched its limit
A crow came swiftly to my door
To carry out his business
   My sacrifice, his thirsty need
   He made my bed the river bleed
   Into the sea! he guaranteed
Forever left to swim it

I knew it once I saw the man
With knives, he put them to me
He smiled and called me Mary-Anne
And pushed his hands right through me
   But all in white, I pay my fees
   A vestal lock without a key
   My empty shell, through which I see
That God Himself renews me

So from this flesh I split into
My achromatic vessel
A common prayer could see me through
The slit through which I wrestle
   But no one knows the singing prose
   (the words that rest upon the nose)
   To salvage me, to interpose
The solace, here I nestle

To float betwixt the one by one
The waiting line that baits me
What fated Him to keep me from
The Eden that awaits me?
   To chain me to the day by day
   And never choose to lead astray
   The sullen breeze that blows away
The love that could inflate me

Stained and sewn with to-and-fro
A gift from those who wove me
The apropos I'll never know-
The kingdom up above me
   But here and there shall realign
   As Earth and Heaven intertwine
   I circumvent the bottom line
That Death, alone could love me

So where and what, I never am
My fallen rite of passage
For far and near are all I have;
Besides, my lack of passion
   Confines me to the in between
   And blends me with the world unseen
   But I will rise on Halloween
Like Phoenix from the ashes

Reviews

[Mia]

Where is part 3?
I’m not a big fan of poetry that rhymes…I prefer part 1 and 2 to this. And even then I can’t deny that you have a skill far beyond my understanding.