Ophelia's Curse

enclave, i
the enormity of this morning
seeped between my pause, i found
drowning occurs when head hits ground
and blurs the sound of mourning, torn
between the paws of being born
and the jaws of being found -a warning
shot through the head of a wave

goodbye, this is not
the anointed verse
it is ointment for the fly,
Iscariot tongue greased with gaze,
and steeped in curse,
steeple, i
the vanishing point of
chariot and church.