The milk in your breast has

soured

and silence of desert tombs

echoes through your heart

Those eyes,

once whirling gypsy skirts

mouth red cartwheels, tambourines,

night fires, dark and moist

invite — wilderness

Birds caught on thorns

flail

like arms that reach out to

nowhere

slowly delivering HIM, piece by

piece

to lurking crocodiles

Your children, tiny white candles

gather flowers to fill the chasm

form a human bridge, a link

an aisle for you to walk down

only this time

Alone

Marble eyes weep real tears

Trumpets greet

ISIS resurrected

takes her place, whole, strong

Transcendental

inside the chamber of

Kings