We have the same beating heart

but our faces instruct us to

            decide

To define the right and the wrong.

My skin is purer

Your soul is darker; damned

Your way is ignorant-sinful.

Virtue is heart

            I am connected to you

                        but you don’t believe me.

Creed: my God is dead?

Your God never lived

            But my heart is yours.

 

Why is this human structure so confining.

Don’t you suffocate?  Can you gasp the air?

I will beat

I will beat for you.

 

Speak of angels, speak of Death

Whisper to the Goddess, but don’t force.

Open                O   P   E   N

If I lose my speech, my Goddess . . .

Speak for me and touch the eyes

And ears of Earth.

Beat for me and I will beat.

 

7 April 2004