‘Not Human Today’ in The Interpreter’s House #61

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

 

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