Bloodhoney

Press your hand against this
     Cardiac flutterpulse.
If only I
Could sew my skin to yours
And flow against your heart
I could show you why
The Queen kills her--
The Queen kills her
     Daughters
For their avarice.
Seal your eyes with honey
Seal your ears with wax
Seal your tongue with mine:
See no--
     Hear no--
          Speak no--
This is a waterfall of horrors.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published May 11, 2009
  
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