Turbid blood begins to flitter.
Free it from the narrow
vessels. Let it scatter
Let them flit, let them twitter,
all the chimeras in whose talons they squeak.
Reach into my mouldering chest,
run a claw
down my ribs,
the ribbons of rust from its cage.
Blow the bud
of my heartbeat to blossom,
to erupt with the power of rage.
Brush the dust off my hair to glitter.
Bluster it into a gale.
the frail cobwebs and eight-legged critters
lying cocooned in their nests.
Let them protest,
like blind fi