Albatross

Today I washed

gods mouth out

of all the words

he spat

and the blood

poured down

the drain

with chrome

and fang

to corrode the

ocean depth

molecules hold madness

memories hold regret

the depth of space

holds moments

that I wish

I could forget

the widow

raven

with its

crooked claw

perched tight

on rotted wood

turned its eye

to the

sparrow

time

and dove

straight into

the moon

Mirrors are made

of liquid

these portals to

the truth

find your eyes

and tell no lies

your reflection

bends the root