Kissing the Eye
The window was washed out.
Wild animals out of place
and there was silence.
All was nothing
All was bright
All was at peace!
The vestal virgins sang in their chambers
and the pharmacy began peddling their drugs.
the white of the eye was red in the sky
Irritated and snaking like a exposed electrical wire.
The village was hung over
with broken fences, roosters in trees
and we were kissing
While the White church was on fire
set from our roaring bellies....
The windows shattered
and out of the deep silence a scream then a whimper
as we stood kissing the eye of the storm.
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