I tell you this because it happened
beyond the nether regions
where you shouldn’t go
where speaking isn’t needed
shrugs and nods suffice
and steely truth unhinges night
with dollar bills folded moist against the skin
and clangs and clinking ice can pass
as she spreads her legs to shimmy
a final peep into the darkest folds of life
Into the caverns of delight
where slumber whispers undisturbed
while demons howl in fright.
She finds the passage
headed down the tunnel built for flight
running sweating from her concrete tomb
blood pouring from her beaten womb
her hallowed soot goes cold.
Her spirit dances now in swirling ash.
Her eternal agony untold
but I see those moments in a flash
When sun shines on the saints of old
and embraces her with sacred light
her horror bathed away.
She arises now.
Takes her place with all the saints
on this One November Day.
Kate Campbell Images: Graffiti/Signage in alleys around and under Pike Place Public Market, Seattle WA. Shot while researching the novel Adrift in the Sound.