Gloom is Half-Naked

So church bells have tolled all night
Mother said she dreamt of winds that pollinated madness and
Of 30 silver pieces, the price of gold and gold-plated tomatoes
Jewels sprouting from thieves buried clutching jewel seeds
I dreamt
Of scented Rubik’s Cubes hewn out of horse bone
Of supple baby palms
Of Terra flaring gas over cassava mounds, across verdant boulders, over potbellied firemen
I dreamt of a king hanging from a noose
Of father’s corpse dangling from a priest’s entrails.

 

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