Epistle X - My Ember Whip
(I)
If thou be in pursuit of
the despised arsonist,
verily, you have encountered
him in the flesh,
(II)
I am the incendiary renegade,
the ember incarnate
who birthed the conflagration
that devoured
the rogue bethel -
the sanctuary for
goddess worship,
the haven for
ruffians of the darkest dye
(III)
The full fruitage
of my flame’s fiesta
infused sweetness
into gynolatry's gall
each lash of
my smoldering ember whip
flogging the foul
incense left behind
by the squealing swine
that indolently lingered
around to worship
ivory busts
glossed in wax
(IV)
For they were like
humming honey bees
that tarry around
the honeycomb,
toiling for nectar
before freefalling
in obeisance
to their vixen,
their eyes howling
death’s Locrian melody
every waking hour
(V)
Lo!
sovereignty gushed forth
as the searing sienna
wall of eucharistic waves
that melted the
metallic shackles of the
male concubines,
who now crawl through
wreckage’s open womb
amidst newfound exaltation
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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