Walking Blind by Rebecca Perkins
Rebecca Perkins
Walking Blind
I journey down these streets,
eyes shut tight to all I know.
Although I cannot see at all,
I find my way down every road.
Each twist and turn familiar
as an everyday routine.
I am guided by the hope
that paints out every scene.
There are bridges to be crossed
that lead to places left unknown,
and despite my hindered sight
my imagination flows.
In my mind I picture change.
I see hope and faith revived.
Overcome with such emotion,
I finally feel alive.
I keep walking down the asphalt,
still blind to what’s ahead.
Yet I’ve never seen such beauty,
be it only in my head.
She Who is Inexorable by James Casper
James Casper
She Who is Inexorable
In your kingdom abyss, you wait for me
Whispering names of those soon to join,
A world below that hears no plea
The other side of Inanna’s coin;
To hold rare flowers in your tomb,
Celebrate birth from your stillborn womb.
I feel you in each shadow cast
Cold as the ice in your veins,
Harlots alike, as well as the chaste
Subject to your final embrace;
For whom do we wait so long?
No pity for the right or the wrong.
There is no tribute to your presence
Or shrines that bear your name,
Whether faith or good works reach heaven
First they must pass through your grave;
A testament to their fears,
It is you who are their tears.
Pale light of moon as it wanes
Aloof to the suffering of pride,
Rulers cling to their thrones in vain
Subjugated by death’s only bride;
Ereshkigal, it is you,
The only undying truth.