Sunday, November 13, 2011

poem: Vessel


just a vessel
vessel
I’m just a vessel
another vestal
black eyes like pools of depth
will signify their entrance
be they demon, god, or dead
you shall not ask of me
but ask whate'er divinity
fills my throat and twists my form

just a vessel
easy come and aching go
kept hollow in a gate
respected and restrained and robed in white
just a vessel
they crown with ivy leaves
holy grail to inundate
respected and restrained and gone stark white

I’m just a vessel
a virgin vestal
the ink i lay on scroll
i author not at all
some thunderous guest scowls
i comprehend indeed
but my ivy-tied hands would bleed
if i even thought to intervene