A Discovery

     I killed my enemy

    and a precocial sorrow was birthed in animism

         she entered that sacred space of poetry

   and elegiac song,

              most distinctly,

        most naturally, surfaced

                     slowly returning me

                                  to the funereal pyre

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Such beauty in the language John. The poem held a hardness till fiery ending. Sometime we need to be destroyed to write? Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote