Poetry

The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.

The woman had been a prisoner:
Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps.
I waxed the knees of California.

The woman had been a singer:
All the way from Vancouver to Abbotsford
She carried her battle anthems.
I crafted time.

The woman had been victimized:
The Russians charred every last speck of confidence.
They hung her before The Black Sea.

The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.