Healers Of Loveless Death - Poem by Patrick Frazier
I awoke to a heavenly humming
And traced its golden strand back
To the hands of a princess
Washing a baby
Now gathered for heavenly parents
She places the child in a floating basket
Then kneels to write psalms with her fingertips
Rippling on the surface
Of jasmine scented pools
In this palace of hallow mothers
A beautiful form composed of onyx
Her blue eyes dwelling upon this
Wretched corpse of a murderous man
Drinking the drops of light from her hand
What is left to understand?
He became a cleansed vessel
For a living story
In her sanctity of stillness
A priestess responsible for human women
Disfiguring themselves in search of youth
Knowing little of the truth
Listening to the words they've been force fed:
"The idol beauty
With nothing to do
Makes us wish that we were you"
She replaces the phrase with a prayer
To whisper against despair:
"It's cold enough to see your breath
As you weigh on the eyes of the sleepless."
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