“Chambers” by Kalliope Amorphous

the smell of money fills our lungs
our fields are filled with blood
dripping chambers for death knell
the infidel swings from the gallows
erected on our heavy tongues
here, we exile all angels to hell

i have made an aerie for the bodies of the damned
between my skull and womb
nestled in muscle and pulse
the lock is glued
the door is jammed
do not enter this tomb
or heaven will convulse.

Photo & Poem by Kalliope Amorphous

All Rights Reserved

© 2010

3 comments

  1. lkthayer · February 24, 2010

    “nestled in muscle and pulse”…so many great images beneath this poem, thank you Kalliope!! 🙂

  2. Lordy · February 25, 2010

    A balance of image and words…..Locking the windows tonight!

  3. Henry B. Rosenbush · February 25, 2010

    As always, only Kalli can “exile all angels to hell” and make us believers. Wonderul imagery and the hypnagogic series just gets better with each dreammare.

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