Sister Twilight rolls her tongue in purring esophageal quakes
Five eyes keep guard of life—a sixth : dead of light—follows shadows of after-breath
Church bell casts sounding sinking seas at cliff depths ragged
Diving swallows in atmospheric scratch striation fray the night
Skeletal leaves fracture in cyclonic fury
Releasing sweet decaying smolder beneath silent heel crush
Sister Silence snaps at star fury hushed in ashen cloud clasp
Brothers bow as She winds her way along ancestral earth breath
Through wrought gate pocked with seasons of wrath and seasons of lust
To the roots gnarled in marriage with moss laden grave mounds
Where the crows in murder repose slacken their tongues
And in angular tones chant, "She comes"
Leaping—claws freeing—bodies descending
Moon in silhouette frosts an absent sky
From copper scented dirt they swell as one—his rise—her blood beating his pulse upon her drums
She watches as he breathes, wings stirring soul rust from his spectral frame
And to him she speaks, "Again"
E.A. O'Connell
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