Beyond the Raven Veil

(I found this image on Google)

Ravens rage into a scatter,

cawing in the dwindles of twilight,

the ocean: her playful field.

She hangs behind the black,

invisible swell.

Sand blows into my eyes.

My center pulsates and fuses.

With a black-hole knife

I’ll blade-fuck the moon

out of the sky,

finally felling Diana.

From the series, A Funeral Fer Yer Demons

© 2011