Purgatorio

Fires in the sea of Helle on a black eastern shore
poison in the tangled rot of sycamore
Twisted threads of Ariadne
in which I am woven
the dead, the awakened, the cloven

A tripartite nation— 

starvation.



I am your linchpin,
your prodigal daughter
the bad me: yes, I fought her!
Your gemstone offspring, success, the summit
purgatorio, death, the plummet