Victory Dance
Ridiculously bound
crowded round by wire
and unhappy horrors
the tale of this territory
sounds more like
a wretched terror-story
but I have a happy-ending
in my pocket
Look I’ll show you
can you see it?
here we slip between cruel teeth
here we cross a stricken desert
here amidst the hiddens
we have our first child
laughing at her destiny
you sing the song
that the raven wrote
I bleed from an old wound
that you wrap anew
with bandages
that tie us
to the loving hands
all around
a basket woven
out of shared woundedness