Yin's Reprise

The tree-tall archer is a-light
Fierce in her al-white fencing garb
Traditionals, devotionals
All dedicated on spite fire teeth
And she’ll smash the sparking light bulbs
Expo-spas
Serial soap ringers
Bend to the knee where the heel lies
Pop it in the mouth like a trigger
(you must work in symmetry)
As you fall like broken text with the others

And the born-free voodoo child
Frantic, humming
“hello”
As the black spandex clad prisoners
Shake her by the arms
Grappling, clinging
With the hope that she won’t roll away to-morrow
(you must earn her empathy)
Alas! she’s on one

Into the battlefield, erupting volcanoes

Draw them in, flick them off

Ashes decay
Mirrors reflect
Smoke poring from the mouth
Of the ink-slinger
“O God, come out, come out, wherever you are!”
Her silver friends pounding the drums
The Devil’s advocate, the Lord’s enemy
Her restless legs submerging with the coals

There is no piece in quiet
And no quiet in peaces

the archer’s stained glass eyes
As her blindfold is never tied
“Aha! See there!”
And the jackal-hammers commence
Tear-gas anew to a stream
Of endless sea-menkeys
Do-monkeys
No-gooders with shotguns in the ears
“Any last words?”

And the clockwork monks are all howling,
“One Hand Washes the Other”

And we fear nothing.