Chapter 9: A bird named Justice
She paraded herself around the
denizens of the outer world, a beautiful bird named Justice
she scampered in the brown
fallen leaves and worlds like a harpy on steroids, made of metal
deep green and ancient moss,
all below the rusted houses, bathed in the fiery white waterfalls
surrounded by silent deer and
shadows with quiet watchful eyes, the blankets turned to mud
shelters for fears forgotten
and other assorted tombs of old egos, wooden bombs, blasted refuge
She was of all and infinity
particle, a human creation and the wave transcendent at the same time
in those meanderings, no one
spoke, no one needed to or dared to, because justice kept tally
she lived there and here and
could not be held down or stopped from the seeing of your life
with ancient talons she
scratched out the score and placed it in a box of eyes and faded years
parchments of words crossed out
in yellow as the day died and was reborn anew in the one dawn
Her hut of jutting sticks was
decorated in burnished gold with feathers and scarabs, for a host
and there were stone paths, all
leading to a dark cavern filled with fiery bits of plastic in blue
a cathedral whose floor
glittered in jagged teal and blonde, whites pearl flashes under the ice
a space decorated in deaths
amoral zeal, cursing the bride’s whim with kisses of reciprocal dust
politicians and soldiers that
knew better but now sighed forever in the bleached bones of duty
She cursed and screamed to the
expanding dark, talons ripping away the edge of a lost cause
being true to one’s own soul a
sea of hard paper waving anyway in cyclical desperation, let go
it punctured their hearts and
thought spilled animals and ran into the eyes of embarrassment
and so she tore out those eyes
and was natural and belonged everywhere and had no mercy
a bird in a harpy’s mask, in a
suit of Anubis, painted like the killer clown, weighing your love
Blood like oil ran over rock
and spilled into the pure water, spreading like hate and killing life
while they smile and chat and
pretend all is well, it stared out into the inevitable grey roads
coal black smoke ended the days
of fairy mushrooms and fog and rain, the moss that whispers
your body is nothing to them
protected behind their guns and they spit into our faces as we die
flapping her wings in broad
quiet strokes she watched above him, into the ocean she would fly
No time no earth no matter she
would look down into the mind and through the little houses
a sphere like a grand piano
held in her weird white hands, sounding of black sails filled by wind
curses of the blessed and kind
beat of loves drum, granite beach rocks talk to the sea spray foam
Demeter’s stable promise broken
by human greed, a shield made by tongues of fear and slavery
and the great bird named Justice
worked in the seams of nothing and no space unfilled by light
Shadow take me down with you
for the last time, for the last time
can you hear me, oh god,
adhering to these last and invisible laws, for you alone
slowing down to the sway and
tumble of the long dying mathematical spiral?
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