Suffer the Flower
I touched her thigh and Death smiled
Said Morrison; in his American
Prayer[1]
Left handed Death is Lord of the harvest
Fecundity, fertility – the fallen
Seeds, blown
from the stamen of the flower
Caught by
the wind like the spray of
Water
from a fountain
Oh Death, take my hand and spin with me
Turning on the wheel of Life
Bright fingered Life is Mother of us all
Heliposis, heuchera –
the human
Conceived
in the heat of ecstasy’s thunder
Birthed in
agony; reaching for the light cold air
Of
morning
