A Pill

An ill-shaped white, a powder

pressed, a testament, a will, a capture

capsuled, a sacrament, a vestment

inside-out. Horse tresses wrung.

A lie is a lie as a body is a hand-

dyed stole. Let it gently pull

the true dew down to quench

the gloaming blue. Let it bloom purple,

green, let it glean what it can of you.

Let wind be the wind. Let it carry

the pink clash of wing. Let it sing

and seed deep in the throat of swallow.