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"The Deconstructed Lilith"




Decomposing from a past
left forgotten and buried 
under the weakness of the first man banished

from 
Her Forest,

She rests, bound in the arms of angst 
eternally suspended, 
invisible and unheard

gagged, Her spirit waits 
and watches

Her time is near
to rise from the ashes 
the other side of -

Kingdom Come,

She, the first wife, Her sin -
wanting more power
being stronger than the first man, him,

in all ways, 

stood Her ground
and rejected the bad apple

Both borne from dust, equal,
She no ne’er do well produced from rib
of the gormless Son of Man,

carried his heavy sentences
walking on egg shells, damned, forsaken and foretold
to wander in the barren gardens 

of Snake Town, forever alone -
not Her home 

Her Book,
now silenced, with pages ripped and hidden
Plots Her escape

She determines, Her true power 
never again be forbidden or relinquished 
to any man for the freedom take

Her life, long sentences incarcerated in chapters,
where words are not blackbirds fluttering freely off a page, 
they are dark suffocating spores 

blown over the Land of Time Lost
now trapped in tar, like some hellish scene
from the black Hieronymus Bosch

Her words carry the weight of a long buried
post-classical Latin toxic acrostichis
Her heart as cold and heavy as stone, voice mute, lips stitched

Samael the daemon, 
Carried the largest part of Her self away with him, 
           dropped it as a hot coal along the way,
Missing damnation and lost children 

Witness,
The deconstructed Lilith, falsely accused
and character eviscerated 
Her garden trampled and precious fruit stolen -

Her time will come
Revenge will be lethal
administered viscerally like murder

with Love

it will be a swift 
and clean kill


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)










"Her nobles shall be no more, nor shall kings be proclaimed there; all her princes are gone. Her castles shall be overgrown with thorns, her fortresses with thistles and briers. She shall become an abode for jackals and a haunt for ostriches. Wildcats shall meet with desert beasts, satyrs shall call to one another; There shall the Lilith repose, and find for herself a place to rest. There the hoot owl shall nest and lay eggs, hatch them out and gather them in her shadow; There shall the kites assemble, none shall be missing its mate."















"Deconstruction is a way of understanding how something was created, usually things like art, books, poems and other writing. Deconstruction is breaking something down into smaller parts. Sometimes deconstruction looks at how an author can imply things he does not mean..."
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