the sun rises in the east

 
eyeless venom from the stars
they inject visions
poetry their language...listen

evolution of the five moons a mystery
bleeding as a woman child menstruating for the first time
dip your quill in her lusts
and with your dark artistry scribe

the waking hours of the dawn bring manna
the children of scorn eat spider webs
there is a great famine
their anger is noted and justified
they go hungry while the Gods are satisfied

a real Mother brings a feast
intentions are felt on a coded wavelength
alone in the tabernacle, she sings
her voice is strength to go on

on every station her magic is heard
the trees and flowers themselves are listening
they beam hope and a way to cope to humanity

in the wee hours, she lies sleeping for even twilight must rest
before the sun rises in the east she awakens
to pin the sun to the sky lest it scorch the Earth
burning her little ones who pray

for even those of no faith sigh
this is prayer enough in these confusing times