Between Flesh And Soul

Under the pear tree 
a rape survivor 
wavers. 

Elsewhere a moon 
was sailing in 
ghostwalk. 

Unsteady in human 
chain, you wanted 
to know, what― 

was the logic 
behind the savage 
metaphysics? 

A curse becomes 
a daily bread of the 
tongueless victim. 

How far do I go 
to unearth the myths 
of nodding religion?