Listen to the whispers
of the black Madonna and
the buzzing of bees
as I lose faith
in the constellations

Follow these train tracks
which lead to nowhere
as the light is stolen from the sky
to remind me of the trinity and
my use of alchemy in attempts
to convert silver into gold

Show me mutations
that spring from the sea and
I will show you
a lone spotlight
searching the rocks
for bloated corpses

Fill my eyes with
molten iron and rivets and
I will mourn
the destruction of all the things
that carry over from
our dreams

Gail D. Kelley