for him and for the holy of it

When the love of Him gave her clouds,

Pandora gave her tempest.


When Magdalena gave them rain,

Pandora flooded.


When Eve’s bitterfruit tongue tasted us

The fare-thee-well overture,

We composed her slaughter:


Cinder hot

And all hell’s hue.


When He

And His letters of

Better-Off-This-Weighed down the address of Ophelia,

Magdalena leveled the mount for the gravestone.


She dragged out the levee for His body.

But she hasn’t found the whole of it yet.


When out the last lit wick of His eye of dream went

And the ash of Him

Gave her His hand in head to go,

It was go.


It was go then:


For her.


For Him


and for the Holy of it.