Reckoning: A poem 

From the fortress of desires 

the horses speed like fires 

into the penumbra of discovery 

And earth like a virgin unclothes 

her spirited arms to taste 

each falling drop of rain 

The sky’s grey body exhales 

the stormy moistened gales 

And the earth is traumatised 

by, both, pleasure and pain. 

Like comets bursting together 

in an eternal space such moments 

flung like streams of spears 

fly into an endless universe. 

But the sky breaks apart 

Its cloudy graceless heart 

to wander in the constellation 

Then the earth’s wounded womb 

will reckon with that truth