Deathbringer

she's got five wings on
five eyes
that stick out like needles
in a pincushion

& there's very little that can be said about it
there's very little but the knives that are stuck in the soil
there's very little blood, really

and she's knocking on the wooden door
she's got four fingers wrapped up in a fist
she's got four fingers against the door
i can't resist

she's got me crushed into blood

i can't come white & sheetlike in the blonde sapphire breezez
i can't come clean in my own hands
i got on top of a wooden crate & looked
in 3 directions over the levee
& found the tugboat & shlepping white flags
waving skulls & crossbows against the darkening indigenous skies