the dawning of solace
it feels like a pauper’s dream
adrift atween the peaks of myth
adrift atween

& baba yaga looks upon them
jawline set against the sky
cliché & lies brand her the monster
cliché & lies

lost to the claggy mountains
sundered kurgan & knelled tree
old memories traced to stone
& moss her fertile crown

fumbled by affrighted hands
her former name lays in ruin
cook & eat them bantling heads
cook & eat them

how did it all go to pieces
baba embraces the silent scream
she cannot be peculiar plain
she cannot be

lost to the claggy mountains
sundered kurgan & knelled tree
old memories traced to stone
& moss her fertile crown