Sister Suicide
slashing the loom of life
or was she the life in our looms?
did we give life to her loons?
by the light of darkness she sat
sapped, sapping, noxiated
sharding, entropied
already dead just queue-ing her turn
to cast out the line
one in knots with two
that this act could so whelm-over
six lives seems unright
yet better than six million endings
chiaroscuroed into the polished earth
by booted raiders hell bent and twisted
this one cries to me
in thin windblown voice to forgive