God calls forth his plague

a devouring goddess

of old


with wings of smoldering coal

and I

like Moses

40 years in the wild

driving at dark through the land of Pharaoh after a show in Vegas

Rolling Stones Radio

gas station coffee

a photo of my daughter

poised on the dash

for the she-beast

to passover

I watch her now

those death angel wings

dip and swirl in the rearview

One long beat

She sharpens the eye

against neon violence

I wonder if you know of her sweet tooth

for the hidden sugar in sick bellies

Rumi mentioned it to me in passing

one Christmas in college

He said, baby girl:

Blessed be the destroyer

She just opens that big black beak

over the great howl

and eats

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