Raging Hearts

Carried
by a mule.
A fool,
an ass, a hag
A nag
A Trojan Horse

A plastic bag
inside
A woman trying to make a life for herself and her child
in the jungle of the world

It's sends us wild
makes our hearts grow:
We become like lions
roaring in the savannah of our flats
So big to bursting
Inflating
Palpitating
Making us love and rage
Lions in a cage
both great
and broken

By mule
or sea
To be miraculously
discovered by divers in the darkness of offshore waters
At night
No light

And...
the crystals fall so gently like snow
on my mirror.

September 2005<