Transcend

Two robed figures,

one black billows, one white

gowned in the glour,

trance barefoot over swollen

tree roots, blocked with stale

sticky life.

sharp acorns and cool soil

shatter and soothe

our punctured soles


where now?


storm the barred castle

with our poverty -

give it all, my pretty terror.

defy the singing cliff-edge

with our slashed-out blood -

hold fast, my weak survivor,

we have suffered so much

we cannot fall