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THE BIRDS WE PILED LOOSELY • ISSUE 10 • JANUARY 2017

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mother of apocolypse<br />

by Courtney Leigh<br />

oracle<br />

the body lies flat—a slab of fat flowering into a cadaver<br />

the body is the world plucked by its severed fingers<br />

playing e part like the strings of an eerie harp<br />

veins & tendons threading between bone mound & ravine<br />

the body lies flat against the backdrop of a burning canyon<br />

suspended in air—angel in omen, eyes plucked out<br />

by crows perched high on her cankering cartilage<br />

the angel is the world being blinded by her fowl<br />

the angel is the body is the world being swallowed whole<br />

by flames rising tall through the hands of an aspen tree<br />

children of the body burn through to their screams<br />

the angel is the body is the world is the mother<br />

weeping from sockets to scarred navel & womb<br />

the body backslides into tumultuous ground<br />

losing dominion of its own little bodies<br />

violently clamorous in its own mournful song—<br />

the body is a drowning harpy bleeding over<br />

residuum waters in death-cycle—they claim her<br />

& bury her in the dark eye of the sea, she bloats<br />

& chafes off bitter pieces for the fish to eat.<br />

prophecy<br />

my hero dwells in the scroll of my skin<br />

her sculpted weapon, sweet lover’s hymn<br />

i hum between shoulders, i stutter between e hot beat<br />

pushing me further & further into the trembling earth<br />

her head spins between my thighs<br />

my voice carries softly into the night<br />

i will weep for her when she drifts into<br />

when death is inevitable, martyr is job title<br />

is a promotion into the next life<br />

i will weep when she drifts into the ravine<br />

my hero is spirit, dwells on the cliff side<br />

visits me in dreams—touches me w fire<br />

opens me up like a red flower to devour<br />

smoke clouds, my eyes swerve<br />

in & out of a black sky high<br />

i am opiated by her, i am stunned<br />

in a motionless distance of flames<br />

i come to & am Afterlife.<br />

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