(dedicated to all of my spiritual brothers worldwide)
I like the way your arteries light up the x-ray
Like muscle boom thunder
Life strike a matchbox like lightning
And it was good.
So good, in fact, that from the bony chamber of his chest
God plucked a crystal-dipped rib of its cage
And with it painted Woman.
And she too was good.
So good, in fact, that Woman, skilled woodsman of words
Like lightning struck speechless;
Enlightened to speak less but feel more.
Poured out but filled more with respect for
Your faith that infuriates the fire
And love that incites that fire to glow higher,
Grow higher to where its smoke can smother the night.
Flame lick the cold, choke off the throat from which
The Devil doubted.
Heat re-rerouted to where you lead it to burn.
Turned and taught by the forest's finest boughs.
My God knows, you have been so Good.
