Not human today

My head is the sun.

from a distance it is round

up close it is volatile

and makes less sense

My torso often gives away

gargoyle thoughts

but today it is an angel

beautiful with hate

I have one limb

stolen from a stone circle

it insists on pagan ritual

makes me a detached observer

of candles and sacrifice

My elk legs are robust

as the hope that endures

they transport me to tomorrow

while my head burns