It is a writing night.
Innards coil like a snake,
wrapped ‘round prey, out of sight,
within the dark. Bones break.
Innards coil like a snake,
helping each gasp burst out.
Within the dark, bones break,
every snap like a shout.
Helping each gasp burst out,
breath on breath compel,
every snap like a shout,
word by word a spell.
Breath on breath compel,
shape holy spirit with your holy mouth.
Word by word a spell,
east to west compassing north and south.
Shape holy spirit with your holy mouth.
Never mind the pain; that is the cost.
East to west compassing north and south.
One cannot regain what is not lost.
Never mind the pain that is the cost.
It is a riding knight.
One cannot regain what is not lost.
Rapt ‘round, pray. Out of Sight…
~ Wry Welwood
late 20th century
Previously published in Illumination on Medium; no longer available on that platform.