OUR DIAMOND IN THE WOMB



Our diamond in the womb flexes

itself and unfurls the banner of desire.

Wrath has no place in this home although

its tremors unconsciously diffuse

among the ganglions tight with

earnest and perverse concentration,

ignoring the query "to whom be kind?"



It is my instinct to run tho not in flight

rather in reverse I tremble for

a fluttering flag to fight beneath.

Because my heightened aim prolongs

the rapture demons fling into the shining

knight, it knows not whence it came.



Take heed take heart the light unfolds

insensibly and spreads itself among

our piteously inebriated and exhausted

lives. It hurls itself and we must yield

our diamond trembling in the womb.