The Living Swan
by Zahraa’ Khaki
A demon dervish raising hell
Black White feathers a soft death knell
Crazed flight across the World Stage
24, 36, 48
Diaphanous peals of clashing color-sound
Green red yellow blue orange gray brown
A kaleidoscope of melting river mountain night whispering sunrise sea
She leaves a spray of pure Art’s Blood
Gaping mouths and gagging throats
Swallowing down her fallen hope
Feathers falling crashing burning
Windows flaking ice hearts slaking
The Lake is churning
Janus dances free
Was I passion?
Did you taste it?
The black white blood that sprayed
From my self eating glee
Did it burn
As the serpent became Yggdrasil
Ourobouros gorging forever and forever and forever?
I do not care.