this planet is screaming my name,
soil shifting in agony to impart some partial plot,
sinews clenching somewhere soft.
she is howling with partiality,
shivering and lost in some foul-mouthed tantrum,
shooting magma and heathens high into the air.
black goddess of this drooling earth,
whose high court is dressed in the tawdry silks
of a violence that slumbers in us all;
be not unkind in your beckoning,
for there is an unravelling that accompanies
this having of a mind.