Hail

Sweat on my tongue, elevator drop.
Consumption, compulsion, compassion,
Action against it, acting for it,
What is it?

They don’t really understand,
The doctors shuffle in grants, depending on their
Dissertation of emotions,
Leave emotions out of this.

My mother,
Oh Father,
Here hail comes down,
Did you send this too?

When my heart bulldozed, dozing,
Clearing telepathically the way for something more ferocious,
Clearing apathetically, the forest of the issues we avoided
Ruby and emerald, topaz shine,

Drop a dime, chills and tunnel vision,
Elevators aren’t supposed to keep going, are they?
Don’t call me Naomi,
Call me Mara.

Call my mother from her alien donut,
Call that plastic topaz holy grail,
Make the lasers kill the enemy, we’re all God’s children,
I thought.
Maybe I’m wrong.
Hail, hail, hail.

Dance in the storm
Watch the ice come down,
Dizzy from drinking in the tears of her gasps:
Hail, hail, hail.

Glory to someone,
Individual pay, swaying to imaginary orchestras,
Glory to her,
And hail that day when we walk out alone.