Forget he held me in his arms / before our burnt bones shared an urn. // Forget the past and let us rest. / Step up. Bow. Take your own turn.
For all my guile, there have been times when my own wit / has thrown me into far worse danger. / Polyphemus laughs, despite his blindness, / to think what ill I wrought upon myself.
and our flesh buzzes with sentience / as seething intelligence infiltrates / the musculature and mind
The serpentine deities, Nehushtan and Ophidia, once conjoined twins, they devoured Godda’s forbidden windfalls and had their embrace cleaved asunder.
She leaps along the shoreline / Her feet playing life and death / Water droplets burning her flesh // Beyond the shattered concrete / The red fading, the bridge sinking / Your cities rise, blue jagged into the sky