Capture

The Tree Shaker
Can cast the breath
From the lungs
Of whomever she chooses
And from that void
She draws the power
To send the devil down
Way past the fire

into a sweet smelling nothing

She is full of whims
And owns not a thing but her teeth and her walk

She is the Root Killer
The Dirt Bender
The Sun Eater
And she mothers a band
That has lost all things
and who are thus
Completely free

The Branch Teaser drinks
Dreams as she swings
Through the trees
And fills her belly with hazy stares and half thought smiles

The leaf eater is hard to hold
Soft as feathers, too big to grasp, and too
Long for average fingers
She walks on fists
With a slight flutter
More menacing that a butterfly
And less abrasive that a plane
She works through vengeance
And heartbreak
Prefers the smell of widows
And keeps fit coursing through the calves
Of runaway brides


She is annoyed by the cries of a battered woman
for that sound
draws blood from her eyes
making it hard for the
Rain Kisser to move about
Independently



I speak of course
Of the First, the True, The Woman
Who gave birth to man
The unspoken myth
Unforgiven and unsoiled
Feared, downtrodden, and hated
She is the woman we are not supposed to be
And yet can not deny