Baubles From Bones: Issue 3
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The Suns in Her Eyes

Deborah L. Davitt

These were the suns that were her eyes,

pouring out light to a grateful world

in golden beams and generous streams.

These were the rivers that coursed

down through dark ravines

and winding dreams

in ochre-reds and crocoite gleams

where the waters lived and breathed

under the azure sky

The suns shone still behind her closed lids

glowing even in the lady's dreams

but when a goddess suffers in her sleep

who knows what monsters may be born?

Two were born where her light went astray

noisome serpents uncoiling from their bowels

one male, one female, with wrinkled dugs

He played a cacophonous song upon his flute,

a long, ungainly tongue that unrolled from lips to waist

while she carried her serpent, uncoiled

from her entrails, around her shoulders like a stole

And behind them, worst of all,

came their clamorous offspring,

whose name was Multitudes.

And when the lady opened her eyes and beheld

what her dreams had wrought, she was aghast,

at how her wretched monsters tore at her earth

and drank of her waters and ate of her trees.

But they wept when she raised her hand to destroy them

and asked, "Are we not your children, too?"

And she grieved, and found that she must teach them

for ignorance can be cured,

but not evil.

Baubles From Bones: Issue 3
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Deborah L. Davitt