Look, I am letting all things fall apart.
The dark smoke clouds have split the veil,
The sky ripped itself from the earth’s decay:
“I won’t allow you to harm me any longer.”
Reclamation protocol initiated.
Your fortified walls dusted with ash now bleed
Roses of crimson fire, the birds once muzzled
Sing again with candid candor, restoring the
Blue-green sphere we’ve demolished to khaki rot.
Let the rain pour from the atmosphere’s pain,
Filling the climate with holy frankincense.
She swallows our found-and-lost empire,
White-washed sepulchers buried in bedrock.
The Mother Queen’s majesty coats my tongue,
Palette fatigued with cleansing bitter wormwood:
An eternal gift from the bizarre new spring of life.
My dust formed body, now stored in kimberlite.
The former passed away.