She Is Powerful

her undeclared war raged under
her hundred thousand battle scars
making her peace a guilty place

her million guns back fired all at once her love murdered
by the magic bullets of sacred money his heart discounted
by a capitalist roulette wheel spinning through his blood

she is so powerful she shakes like a steam engine
inside the mutating gene of a tiger moth’s antenna
her double helix strands explosive cinnamon twists

pushing too far too long to bursting point she operates
blood brought from the stone to purge death’s revenge
fits of sparks clicked from her heels Kansas still a dream

eyes to set fires by fix a sister’s lover to a brother’s bed
her fears scatter from the coiling warmth of life’s wriggle
her soul still an atomic bomb inside the last Russian doll

her undeclared war cradled sweet
her hundred thousand calls to arms silenced
by a single kiss between the wings.


JGH©2005