one of my deaths

Last night I dreamed I was dead
gloriously dead upon a bright sea
voyaging with the angels.

Last night I saw an angel
in the garden speaking to a snake
in the shining grass beneath a bush

of bloody thorns, upon which were
impaled, righteous servants of the lord.
I dreamed my death last night;

down a slate grey street I walked
leaning against the breath of dragons
at the bottom of steel hives and then

I was penetrated, not once, but many times
violated I was raped viciously and brutally
against the grit and oil, smelling stale fish

and oranges. I am shattered, mangled
with glowing extensions from an alien mouth
blood flew splattered the sidewalk.






8/9/94