Pomegranate Seed 

(Of Persephone)

When we used to be sensitive to the spirits

you touched nature for the thrill of it

arrowhead in a riverbed and gods beneath 

the streams running wildly in advance

of things to come

dig deep touch

a conduit from 

another time there is a

print of a soul on it

she broke this mustang too quick

and I stopped her in the middle of it

thought of a lie and threw it out

quick but the damage had been done

Cleopatra with her adder 

and I am Mark Antony

stole her from Julius Cesar

with poison still in me

this stallion set free

spooked and foaming 

I rage

and we called it music

you did not know I was a god

myself kings and princes put on the shelf

you didn't know I was beyond your help

I am Hades lord of hell

collect your flowers

collect them well 

it makes sense

for me to 

have 

found you 

with a nymph 

and the earth will

open and you will

see  that there is nothing 

sweeter than pomegranate seed