You approached me quietly,
Wooing me with your wit; the eloquence,
The subtlety of your brilliance a shaded light
Which lured me into the darkness of your mind…
Unsettled in heart, in spirit, you found me -
I was your prey,
The dying, heart-sick animal along the road to feed upon,
And so you did, clutching and clawing, pecking at me
Like a shiny bauble you wanted to carry off to your
Tree-top murder -
I was too heavy, too radiant to fit within your beak
Yet you continued to peck and pull (you do so still),
Why are you so persistent, my English Crow?
Your curious mind, your longing to touch the Sacred within me
Is like a bad omen, a mystery of suspicion to crowd my nights.
Along came the Sun, rising in the East, and with it
Arose the American Cock,
His pride…his strength and victory over the night illuminated
My Spirit, renewed my passion for life, for love -
Sweet sacred Mars-ruled Cock scratching at my wounds,
Bleeding me until I could bear the thought of no other healing,
His earthy courage leaping over all walls erected to keep him at bay,
His arrogance and determination to thwart all rivals
(indeed, to slaughter them if he must)
Protected me in my darkness,
Urged me to shake off the shroud of the English Crow.
My passionate American Cock,
Rising for me again and again, as the Sun rises daily,
Filling me, fertilizing me with the seed of all creation -
You are my Illumination, spiriting me back from the dead.
Dena L Moore
April 2, 2008
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