by Sarah-Jayne Kipling
He walks in to holy organ riot
Serpent sway
Unlined mouth
Agitation
That cracks the clay
Where the chieftain lies
"Teach me how to raise the dead," I say
His arms open into a porch
He pulls me back
Cawing
No fleeting mayfly backwards glance
A fetal world
Back, still further back
Into himself
Searing plain and shocked and open
Dark like a dead child's birthday
Rain has yet to be imagined
Inside the earth we reach the pinnacle
Eyeless
Seconds resume
He walks away
Just that
He walks away
