God came for me.
This was her third try.
No I am not a forest prince.
I am not a body broken
at the side of the road.
Let me heal you, she said.
A fire will reforge your spine
with hammer blows upon a turquoise anvil.
is not the salting of Sodom and Gomorrah,
but a revealing.
And she kissed me.
With passion she drew into herself
all of my experiences.
You are a mass grave, she said.
You are a cocked-headed magpie mid-solution.
You are a son of the world tree.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney