|Shadwynn is the author of The Crafted Cup: Ritual Mysteries of the Goddess and the Grail. He lives in Richmond, Virginia.|
© 2005 Shadwynn
longs for our return
her erogenous earth; close between
blossoms of bosom, she yearns
to stroke our strands of lifeless hair,
to hold us close in unthinkable intimacy;
dead children home for an eternal holiday
beneath sheets of cemetery green
with plot-quilted patterns, deep-dirt brown.
in worm-ridden riddles,
her dark-purposed gift
for sharing, sexing, our body in hers;
rapture's final release
in the dissipation of dying breath.
No immortal individuation
to keep us separate
from her soil-draped voluptuousness
as we return to our origin in mud and matter,
sucked into womb-warmth,
last efforts by Gaia's fear-filled children
to sleep encased, insulated
from the naked Mother's horizontal invitation
to lie in her embrace
clad only in linen shroud
boxed bed of rotting wood;
flesh letting go with finality,
eager to return to the ancient breasts
in a last sacrament for the morbidly sensuous;
Nature as femme fatale nurturing
feeding upon those she fed.
ectoplasm for unthinking shades;
Kali's delirious dance,
her grisly necklace rattling
with the music of clattering skulls.
Lady-love desires our dissolution;
a carnivorous craving
from teeth-marked bones,
tasty tidbits of masticated meat
excreted onto Earth's ecological midden heap;
fresh, sticky refuse for sacred scarabs.
Biospheric divinity, terrestrial
to comprehend the horror,
while incredulous, chosen children
gifted by second sight
witness with transfixed vision
the sickness of Mommie Dearest
as she stars in the leading role:
in her own pantheistic pornography.
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