2. PERSEPHONE

And after all this to live with Mother again

wake for the reaping and

Lie docile for the ink-stroke of night

To run its hand over my sleep

I never thought it would be so easy –

:

The return, I thought:

The re-deployment, battle lines redrawn.

As children skipping home

By the growing blue shadows

Pick at the invisible seams of their clothes

Wondering if they had grown too big for them.

:

To return: to correct misinformation,

Deal medallion-bright justice –

The un-righted wrongs of yesteryear

Fixed now, here in the past, fixed

By woman-future-extraordinaire.

:

I thought to fight –

I thought, the lingering votary of magic,

The bombastic red poppy stays

For no distant, father, husband, sun.

It calls to fire;

burns only in shadow.

:

But maybe this:

:

Magic needs not announce itself

When it had and has been

The Nothing

Burning everything.