The Hanging Woman
breathes desert into her throat
Golgotha-naked
rapacious sun
spear opens rib
the most egregious of transgressions
lust inside/out
lungs vigilant flag
serpentine intestine
nailed-out muscles
Heaven’s jaw shuts
borne upon the cross
we cannot willfully die
the women tear at their smocks
sun goes
to terminal moonrise
burnt to bone
new meanings of the body impaled;
all sensation thrust
from pleasured skin
blade to stone
stone to bone
bone to blood night
incarnated, excarnated.
© 2017 Clare L. Martin
Collected in Seek the Holy Dark by Clare L. Martin, forthcoming from Yellow Flag Press, 2017 Pre-orders are now available. $10.