WD 152 “Mourning Dove”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.

Mourning Dove

I waited

The entire span of

A serpent’s coils, for

The fruit to become ripe

The tantalizing allure of knowledge prodded me on like

Jabs in my back

A desire to understand and be unmade

But I passed the fruit on to you

And with that delegation I

Swarmed into myself, became a bolster

Allowing all the blame to be born again

In the eyes of the mourning dove