hinarising

Fire-Stealer, awake us with your embryonic spark,

and spattering blood flows like fat on the spit, masterful crossing

insular matter, out of the dust, clay sinews stretching,

bones bending like forging stone, hands molding our intelligence

lifting us gently upright, sharpening our myth and mind.

Your supreme ordeal, the peck pecking at your resurrection,

jabs at your regrowth by sharpened beaks that salivate your rebirth,

Are not hindered by cold clanking chains that hang you high above

those rocky mountain crags whose sheer drops into Hell’s gates, instead,

ignites martyrdom against those massive wings of Zeus’ army

who couldn’t conquer the power of sacrifice in his own abyss.

Karen K. L. Espaniola     April 13, 2012