Again, a working title. This is just a very rough little piece that needs a lot of work. Extensive critiques are appreciated. If you have an idea for a better title, I'm all ears.
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In the far-off seas
that stain the shores with
diamonds floating in men’s blood
or the luring shine of a dagger’s whore;
Where the mountains scream
for the tug of the night-time sun
that drags flames from west to east
and makes the wind screech her name
against evening’s turned back;
Where lightning bolts lick the earth;
the snakes that twist ‘round apple’s core
and taint the poison of desire
or birth water from the empty wells
to spill on ground that tugs its final breath
You’ll find a man whose
toothless grin you know, but for
the blue of his swollen cheeks,
rounded gut and searching, hungry eye.
He’ll point to the heavens – a shine
that faintly brushes this world –
and immediately you will know:
It is Eve who screams on the mountains
that threaten to crumble beneath the weight
of the citadel that digs into its core.



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