Fearless Sun God
Love
Death
Are a hand in the dark
And a kiss in the morning
Cacti
Flowers
Water blue and desperate
Fingers that make love
Out of sand
pain
horror
shadow
Many skulls line the
Altar
crimson
candle light
This is the face of death
Dia De Los Muertos
The mother of all
Mystery
She pulls bones
Out of her vagina
And leaves them
On the table
sacrificial virgin
That dies
And never leaves
The altar
We let the black birds
Sing and the white doves
With blood red eyes
Sing and coo
To the Mary
In the deathly
Shroud
And roses grow
From her soul
And from her eyes
And from her navel
And from her brow
This love she bears
Takes us
From the place we know
To the place we can never know
And so we die
And so we love
And the flowers eat us
And our sacrifice
Becomes the bones
On the table
And the candle
That we light
Is what’s left of our spirit.
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