Heathen Holystone

I am
inclined to regard the Father with doubt
and the wheel of heaven, goddess of sunrise,
with duty. Our Lady, take it where you may, where
you will, because we have been dishonest. we are not
inclined the know that one leg is not the other.
I will
repeat, myself, that simile. reluctantly repeated,
the heavens are like that simile but out here in deep black
earth we know that (How unusual!) music
speaks well of men.
I was
taken by the sun, have never accepted visitors.
having lost the book of myths
I have found the scroll, the word, have learned
to play the burning question, to be
as I will, have learned to tread under scorn.
I am
under oath,
and I must tell you
that all angels
were not women but
may as well have been.

--hayley mason