Healing
If you run dry
like the rivers
of Europe
let the rain of the gods
thunder down
into your spirit
let their luminous eyes
strip you
of your suffering
let their fingernails
crack open your heart
that the anguish may ebb
none of these fronts
where you must fight
are of your choosing
if you open a box
and evil
flies out of it
you did not
deserve
to pay a price
upon their altar
I am pouring my blood
out as an offering for healing
that their hands
may hold you
and make you whole.
