O’ husband, why seek out a whore while your lover waits at your kitchen door?
Brother, your sister lies bleeding at the entrance you labeled, “Heaven”.
She is the lotus that blooms from broken clay.
She is the hope for yet another day.
Weep for your transgression!
Sweet Goddess of the Earth, Mother of the Kingdom, and Giver of Sustenance is she.
Your Queen has set herself ablaze to escape the malice in your heart.
Stifled by your ignorance, the flower has lost her bloom.
Muddied by your sinfulness, she is void of sweet perfume.
Without her there beside you, there will no longer be any room for you to bear witness.
Posted on May 20, 2013, in poetry and tagged flower, Giver, goddess, goddess of the earth, lily, lover, mother, perfume, queen, sister, sustenance, transgression, witness. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.