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
An unwanted
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
Or happiness
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
Loveless death
As you weigh on the eyes of the sleepless."