Leeks
  

Alone
but for the  dead
weight of her sister,

Erishkigal’s 
water
breaks.

The wet darkness of her
drains out:
fine white root mesh fills her.

(Alone
breaks dead 
water
weight, but
her sister?)

Erishkigal’s hair swhirls
around the dampness of her forehead
like leeks.

What breakwater for her
pulsating pain.

Thread

of time

snaps.

Oceanic her moans flood
overflowing under over
world moans with her.

Body,
bulb,
the bulb of the body sprouting
head flower.

Something to hear.
An 
echo
 washes in and out of focus,
words clearing silken sound,

empathy creatures
put their mouths to Erishkigal’s ears
and color falls out.

Something works its fingers into the thick
leek swhirls:
uncovers the flavor of starlight.

Erishkigal 
cries
 out:
world 
cries
 with her, empathic.

Her gratitude is 
water
bearing her body,
laid bare,
by the naked corpse of her sister
as they themselves are borne up,
unraveled,
into a new primordial swamp
breeding angels,
one with a trajectory of rising;
everything waiting
to fall into the sky.


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