the bridegroom is coming by ashley hearod

go home

this poem was featured in "I eat meat everyday"

Even when

the wind stops running and walks to its grave,

even when

the earth fractures like a vase kissing the ground,

even when

the sun radiates like black hue-less sackcloth

and the moon illuminates scarlet,

even when

the stars fall from a coiled sky

and trade places with the mountains and islands,

even when

the grass ignites and turns to gasping ashes,

even when

the sea waves a blue goodbye,

even then

the bride still awaits.