From the Mouth of the Stars IV: The Last Note of the River Song, the First Tear of our Mother

so it was written
collected in the glassy rasps of my grandfather’s voice
“the song of spilled midnight”

the swords of men
pierce the bodies of the other
pour open the mouth of the River
with the crimson life of their brothers

each sides’ righteous anger
dye the lips of our Mother black

your footseps
quiet the waters
halt the breath of the River Jordan
tongues still
blades untemper

you speak few words
yet each man turns to an animal
cries out with hate for the other
with the rights of their own

your every heartbeat
a reminder
of a hundred lives witnessing such sin and sorrow

as the last of the moonlight
fades from your eyes
each chamber of your heart
breathes

you speak
with a song
harsh with the heat of the stars themselves

“This is the fire you have all asked for.
And for each you will have your desire.
The groves of your brothers’ shall wither and die.
And as they desire, so shall yours.”

with a single breath
you swallow
the River
its every Sea
its every Ocean
pour the River Jordan
into the twilight of the stars
every constellation washed from a sky
whose fabric is dyed
with the reflection of a midnight black earth

 

One thought on “From the Mouth of the Stars IV: The Last Note of the River Song, the First Tear of our Mother”

  1. When I rewrote the poem into a section poem, this was one of the two new pieces. It’s probably one of the sections I’m most proud of.

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