BURIAL MOUND          by Arrington de Dionyso


though difficult poisons tore us apart
many traps scattered along the way
(i know what it’s like to be ensnared)

i walk through night over coldness and clay
swarms of stinging insects at my neck
scorpions at my heels,
guided only by star-sheen and wild instinct,
I follow the map in my mind’s eye

strange instructions must I follow-
pillar of smoke, give me a dagger!
not for peace but with a sword
i chop the head off a cherubim
and bury it down in your burial mound

i dig a tunnel through the membrane
i divert the water’s course to fill you
oh these parts and pieces, pieces and parts

many different kinds of dead angels
come back to life in your garden
once buried they emerge renewed

from underneath the top layer
one red heart still beating

many different kinds of dead angels
ripped apart, torn asunder
reconstituted by the rejeuvanating process of your soil

I chew on the gravel
sniff the perfumed oils

the teeth in my jaw
rotting out from all the wisdom
drunk in your coils

Many different kinds of dead angels
Come back to life in your garden
flying in the sky with ruffled feathers
some angels fly with wings of leather

one red heart still beating
locked inside a lifeless statue
this stone undug is deadly poison

with sharp taste of sea water,
ya gotta pulverize the venom, unleash
the solid brightness that you find

somewhere in this brackish land, the garden key was buried

here comes the king of lost light!
“i‘m the kind of king that likes the night
ashes and dust are my glittering crown
I found my queen
I go down
for my underground queen

many different kinds of sacrificial burnings
dancing in your garden
one red heart still beating

though bitter poisons divide us
I reach through with desire
to join you

like a flame to a burning coal
to enjoy you

one red heart still beating
one red heart still beating