Invocation

From the ruins of our cities, we summoned her.
She rose from the East,
desert sand clinging to her breasts and eyelids.
Her hair was tangled with the tears of the sun.
We called her from slumber
across the sea of blood and oil
to which we’d fed our heads.
She tore through our static and our shipwrecks,
below ruined towers and through walls
buckled with echoes.

She brought the winds, screaming her name
in the buzz of locusts.
The desert has lost his bride,
and at last we have found God.

From the ruins of our cities, we summoned her.
Now, we walk her hunting ground.

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~ by dsergison on October 28, 2007.