SHE BREATHES

							and to a nearer wood they trail
							bits of stitch and that
							which man has no business
							nor desire

							green flames they build
							as children, these kittens wrap
							near hems and ankles, round
							legs and thighs sweating
							from dance and chant

							from the flames she comes
							and breathes, staring not
							in fear but with power, all
							their power she takes
							and grooms, she is

							leading the sword of destruction
							bringing behind her
							the very end of all that is

							- Wayne Edwards 

Wayne Edwards can be contacted
via Merrimack Books.

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