the rose will rise triumphant
July 7, 2019above the mountain of ashes
the rose will rise triumphant, moon-like;
the silence of the meek will pierce the walls of fortresses,
star-shaped hands
will reach for the silver butterflies;
waves after waves of liquid light
will peel from the bodies of dead heroes
and become rivers of gold;
obsessive thoughts in black bouquets
and haunting images of cruelty
will fade into the fragrant evenings…
beware of those who claim
to hold the keys to the iron gates -
there are no answers yet,
just unformed questions
- blind, shape-shifting strings of words
pretending to grow wings and
crumbling in the burning sand soon after…