Isis, Su-Tekh, & The Falcon-Child: X

T’ward th’lapwing th’baboon trots. Back to his shoulder she descends, as th’roaming dead assault the fens…

Song Of Palestine – Lamentation For Rafah

Lament for me upon the edge of Egypt.

My left-hand cradleholds your skull.

Petals bright.

In his own hand (his left) he takes up a stalk. “Your red heart I’ll pierce, after tearing through your chest!”

You are here.

Across America on wiccan wings, riding ‘pon the heatwaves of fiddle-fire!

This design lies deep within our marrow; plays its pull upon our sinews still.

For all the world’s indigenous, we will fight for Palestine!

Conscious evil, delib’rately committed.

Th’stars do quake at the sight…

Do you know against whom I would raise it?

She sits, head in hands.

Immersed in purpose-penned poetry, I can not do else; cannot but cry emphatic.

The tears in the eye; on the cheek; in the palms; on the dress.