Perle Champion

before the christians
stole our days and ways bent them
for their own purpose,

one by one they slew
driving spears through innocent
hearts in their god’s name

matriarchs would not
bend knee nor deny nature
and so forests burned

.

How often have we
been sent back to the cave through
millennia picked

ourselves up began
again but this time prepared
might avoid the caves

she heard the footfall
of war on the horizon
ancient battle call

long hidden heartbeat
of human intolerance
our grave silent spring

chadak could send us
back to inquisition’s flames
so the wyse called out

millisande answered
ruse rehearsed, wands at ready
all answered the call

wired for pleasure
drinking deeply wherever
verdant grasses grow

memory savors
ephemeral sensation
of bare feet on verge

there is a reason

diarists address entries

kitty – audience

however abstract

it matters that an ear hears

else trees fall unheard

folded hands facade
for distorted holy script
bigots masquerade

they shout fie heathen
burn the witches not our kind
religious bigots

beyond the thin pane

rain falls in steady rhythms

and my pen races

fresh Jack laced coffee

close at hand as my mind soars

giving form to dreams