Sacrament

    Take…drink�?/EM>

 

She takes wine
  from a chipped glass.

 

At first, the blemish
  lessens the cups beauty
Then she sees
  a prism
Fracturing light
  arcs of rainbows
illumine the stem.

 

Consuming
  blush of red
  clarity of blue
  pulp of brown
She drinks again.

 

wincing
  she pays the price
for tasting the sky�?/FONT>

 

metallic taste
  crimson drop
descends

 

                       …this is my blood.

 

  

 

Dante In Detroit

 

 

Damn the cold
            Damn the tears
                        Damn it all

 

Winter has its fingers deep in the earth�?BR>            father winter raping Mother spring
                        She weeps ice.

 

He thought his guide made the wrong turn
             “Shouldn’t we head north on I-75?�?BR>                         Wry half-grin responds

 

In pursuit
              They journey to 8-mile�?/FONT>

 

Bulleting through streets he
Exclaimed
Abandon hope you who enter here�?BR>They heard his
Resounding echo�?BR>Iced into place,

Cynical, used they
Embodied his cry.

 

She wasn’t there
              Couldn’t reside amongst the half-dead
                              Rotting two faced creatures masquerading as

 

People

 

His guide pungent, spotted with earth filth
              Offered to take him further
                                Until the veil lifted…vision clarified�?/FONT>

 

No inverted funnel
               No upside to this down shit
                                  Dante had come to Detroit.