Bombed out pews
Iwho have often hid in the midst of noiseLaughterTurning aside the more penetrating gazeWith a wall of clever wordsIWho thought the cocoon only produced butterfliesTurns outPhoenix and dragonsRise on wings of silencefrom jagged tooth wombs And the birth means annihilation To the bearer She died I was born And now I wear the scars that […]