CORONA RADIATA

CORONA RADIATA

Vinamratha Rao

at the center of the impact

the burning heat blistered the womb red sky

in jagged, pulsing veins bleeding out

into ruptured amniotic yellow

rising and roiling into a

throbbing mushroom cloud

planted in the heart of the firestorm

she stood

dressed in nothing but rage.

we did not know where to look

at a battered moon hiding the cowardly sun

or

the crimson splashed between her shackled feet

mother

mother

mother

o, once immaculate mother

what have we done to you?

we emerged grasping our cords

and throttled her till her lips turned blue

yet it is the prophets

that finally hanged

breathless in her umbilical grip

we forgot

our god came from a woman.

she finally smiles

upon the thankless fruit

sheared from her vine

bathed in her radiant glory

we will witness the end

our mother has birthed.

her revolution will become our revelation.

Cross - Vinamratha Rao