Monday, May 02, 2011

Diaspora Anastaseos

Burst like the wind-struck daffodil,
white hammers flung from the turret,
     lifted up on tongues of air,
crashing down into the sea of leaning green towers.

Let the waters baptize you,
your tendrils reach down
     clawing out fistfuls of earth
          to grow the seed,
                up and higher: not Babel,

But the Liar's Ladder.

For the Seed's sake:
     Burst, break, die, and rise again.

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