I dread
the Godless
world, all
I will surely
Know, where
their trumpets 
blare, in misted
air I will arise,
aloft, atop,
a lark in prayer,
myself a prey,
all praise
is Hers

dear Mother Earth,
shake us, retch us
from your gut, stomp
we all to pieces,
us bitches - us the 
sacrosanct, the un-mortified, 
the cosmic metaphysical
cannibals among us
who seek brunch

from this aerie, 
this vantage,
they're near-
invisible specks

I am your life

cc: CC '23