I have been thinking about the bee and bear
one guarding, one circling
a hidden chamber
pointing to the vast womb
open always to receive
Meg’s eye
pulling inward
red, like the rise of the serpent
The blindfolded girl
freeing the eyes to cloak the body
in white. I have seen you before
pulling the sheet of slumber
and now you ride
to meet me
upon the hill of death
to peer inside the fertile land within
