In standing water
Our fever dreams conspire -
Releasing
Hell's lactating serpents
Upon
Our free will
(Upon our beauty-marked daughters).
A death treatise
Pure and evocative
Devouring
Heaven's unspoken promise.
Torrents of love
Unused,
(And cleverly disguised)
Swept away
In an arroyo
Of
Hardened passions
And
Bullied heartbeats.
Your queen
(As has been fortold)
Will die tonight -
As will her image
In
Your mind.

04/12/2006