Wake
to
barren trees…
snow covered earth,
Red Cardinal,
Black Birds
informing
ghosts.

Sky breaks.

Settle
into soft skin
between bone
and winter jacket.
Rush
of
blood to heart
through
delicate intricacies
disguised as everyday life.

One man says
Women’s liberation is the reason for our down fall.
I search for eyes not medicated by doctor or self,
the tremble in hands, and generation after generation of children
affected.

Lake Huron breaking.
The shore revealing.
Muffled ringing in my ears
and nightmares
screaming …

“I want my mother!…..”

Old fear….amongst shadows of childhood.

Terror rise
and ignite
the Furies
in us all
over this spiritual ice age.

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