Birth the Sacred

Dancing out of desire
Into that holy place

Where you will see past my limbs
That belong to the bonebreakers and birds

Past my womb that will spill for worms
Past the brain that will rattle in its dried husk

To the wind and rain of which I am
To the fire that consumes us all
And makes us back to stars

The ancients watch the dance
Our now their long ago
We light the forever sky


Bonita Summers (from "Digging Up the Bones", to be released soon)