Magpie song

Men with snake-point eyes

Cry “slut”, “bisexual”

Cause I don’t give a fuck about em

Would be better off dead

Like the guy in my garden

Parasite at night

I just want to stab im

A woman, unsurpassable

Her smile

Touch of angels

Stirs my soul

I awake to a night sky starlight celestial

Constellations could pass over aeons in one glance

I made into an ethereal angel

With my pied wings of a magpie

My magpie song the flame burning

Locked within

The tunes of heaven and hell, clashing like swords in my eardrum

Black and white

A chaotic singsong of right and wrong

Always angel choir over the dull thud of nazi ascending drones

Spewing hideous venom

Into its serpent men

Looking on with verbal maelstrom “slut”, “bisexual”

And my Lady it carries on like a witch trial

How do I carry on?

(It’s hope that carries on as long as the heart still beats)

A dark-light woman, new dawn

Me with my magpie song:

Opening with a guttural O

Cal Kalve