By Emma Smith (IG: @emzmariepoems)
Previous: "Resurrection"
she,
a lace-winged
veiled servant
of nature
dirt mother
slips through
the open door
to wake you
from your earthly slumber
a lace-winged
veiled servant
of nature
dirt mother
slips through
the open door
to wake you
from your earthly slumber
outside,
a leaf falls from a tree
and scuttles back to the earth
slowly
dirt mother scoops her hands
under your warm back
carries you
from one room to the next
she makes her selection
black nails poised to pinch
her next human life
like food from a plate
but eternal wings of faith
flutter
as she bestows her kiss
red lips
to your soft fresh head.