1. BetweenShadows
There isa place a womanmustgo
if evershe turn fromthe gloaming,
restlessroaming,partitionedstorming.
The mourningshe know.
That firstshe addressthe mask,her face.
The quartering,quarrellingrace she birth.
Beggar of time.
Fallengrace.
She whowouldgatherweedstoherbreast,
falteringrabble,thornyquest,
as if theybe flowersscentingherbed.
The shallowsshe soughtrest.
She whowouldwalk
betweenheavenandearth
mustwalkbetweenshadows
first.