She’s unbound -
stone deadbolts collapse
in the monster’s nectary
thunderstorm.
In the monster’s nectary
thundersnow
there’s a wraith writhing
beneath thirty motley crosses.
Beneath thirty motley crosses
you and I have traveled ends
and beginnings
with wasted and neglected middles.
With wasted and neglected middles,
thunderstorms of thundersnow
envelop writhing wraiths
and stone deadbolts shatter underfoot.
