4. Earth ~ Rescuing The Queen
arrive ~ with worn soles, dusty homespun
frayed ecru, full of holes and dagger
lost ~ at the stone fortress she greets
me at the thick nail
studded, iron bar door. blue
and green tapestries adorn
her paper doll body. fingers play
her thigh allegro con dolore. eyes child
wide with secrets. no tell,
no tell, just read my pupil.
follow the optic nerve to the moving
picture library of arbitrary flash
backs burning. longer.
better than Un Chien Andalou,
catalog worse than the razor calmly
slicing the eye; an ant holes in wounded
palm; the mouth wiped away
by a the back of a hand;
waist deep in sand, bodies buried
look toward the tide. then leave her
organized, safe. once you’ve seen the
flickering; heard the slapping scream
soundtrack of a silent movie in your head.
she is safer here in the cold stone fortress.
when the turquoise limousine strains
up the switch back mountain road.
the stiff spine woman in black jerkily gets out.
ignore the fish wire strings when she beckons.
the painted smile is real. accept. you owe
her your fealty and honor. she loves
you. raised you once as her very own
in sunshine defiant of shadow.