Reunion

Light leavens leaden doors. Genealogies of genocide are lost in long night rides through thistled trees, dark reunions of distant blood. Kinships are recounted, mantras murmured of summer savory and sorrel flaxseed like scars on wrists, a sparrow grass of needles. We are immutable, terra cotta with wild glints of sea-flecked eyes-- a mask of freedom, a final submission. Origami moths mime legends in tallow lights, stigmata their small dyings with rites of regeneration: bleeding dim faiths, sealing silent sins with the infection of sky. We become insane shadows, cloistered cousins of a dark, moist marrow mythological as opaque men in pale pearled sheets, chiaroscuro faces written in a white rage of worms.