Immaculate Scarlet

The primordial sin

Scarlet drops from my carnation

Clawing pains of lost creation

The stain of being lesser, weaker

Burdens that we should not speak of

Hearken to the nimble whimpers

Of grabbing stares that flirt with evil

And swelling fruit that sinks its keeper

And petals plucked with reckless hunger

They go over

We go under, under, under

And then,

Miraculous tragedy

For which

We are faulted for an unpaired carriage

But assaulted for discarded package

We are there to be danced with

But not to dance

Only to sing the song they ask

And finally

When we are wilting

Disregarded

Forgotten, bartered

Nothing to ask of

And told we sowed the soil we’re in

But it’s hard

Hard to stand against the wind

When you are cast as

Primordial sin