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birth of fire
(aka The Apocalypse)

silence (impregnable)
shrieks, so long
muscles knot
around the heart

red
turns the midnight


                                    hanged,
                                    riddled beneath
                                    limbs flail



      - silence
      - silent stars



impregnated silence
squeaks in moans

moans, so long, so hard
the earth beneath it cracks
tracked to its pit
and fire spits



Spit, Fire. Spit!
Burn this dross ...



burn all dross
from clean cruelty.

Let Black Sky
announce your birth.

We know your mother's name.
We watch your father's sons

                                    graying ... graying ... graying
silently down south and up north, arms stretched
wide.

Burn, dross, burn!
Spilled blood fuels your pit with unearned forgiveness.
Burn off the hate from which you were born.
Spit heaven's fragrance up.

God breathes
and exhales ...
                                    fire!

(from The Nev)
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