Full Moon Rage

 

Full Moon Rage

In the aftermath of the election

I allow fury to consume me

Spewing ink spittle with my tiny wand

Bleeding the anger of generations 

I walk in the morning mist with an aching back

Among the Asherah groves in this city

Lining the paved, smog-choked streets

Transpiring and photosynthesizing

Witnessing the haste

Leaves are dropping in clumps like hair off a chemo patient

Carpeting paths in orange, yellow and brown

Each individual offering intended as a gift to the Earth

Who would receive it, if not for concrete and asphalt dams 

Leaf blowers howling in the air to accommodate mankind

Each precise leaf lies discarded,

Like remnants of a dismembered being;

Fingered hands, thin and thick lips, webbed feet,

Wide and narrow eyes, bedraggled wings

Wet and thick under my heavy tread

Shedding the foliage of their glory days

They settle into their bones for a time

Crows circle, combing their crowns 

Sounding the harsh condolences of the season

They stand sentinel over society, patient, watching,

Seeping oxygen and harvesting carbon 

To build their structure from air and light

Magical manifestations of the Goddess

Waiting and Knowing

~Andrine de la Rocha

 November 2024