Babel – a poem

I have lost the gift of tongues,
or perhaps I never knew how to speak at all.

In dreams, I have seen the tower crumbling
and felt my throat closed against my fellow humans,
my voice crumbling, too,

never to be heard again.


Girl of Flesh – a poem

I am not so human as you think,
a girl of flesh with blood to bleed.
Credit me with greater subtlety;
can flesh approach the winter and the night?
touch the stars and breathe their misty chill?
stand before the ire of men?

My flesh is lightning, hot and sharp.
My blood is the thunder.
Cut me and hear my fury roar volcanic.
I am not so human as you think,
built as I am of word and time.