A Woman Clothed With the Sun

a soft hymn,
gleaming,
over the way struggles

with feeblest intonation,
virginal intention

the curtain is
motheringly
riven:

a glimmering note
alit,
coated in eternity.

stones reset
in the vineyard
of naboth

and all rome genuflects

as the daughter’s lips
part
and blood rushes forth.