- Vol. 08
- Chapter 01
Night Witch (to Zhenya Rudneva)
This is what I live for:
I graze the frostbitten stars
With outstretched fingers
and wingtips,
Cutting through the dark
with softly circling blades.
I am born again
From a plywood womb,
Dusting fields below
with my twin charges
that sweep
downwards:
A night witch's curse.
Then home to refuel.
And I talk to Betelguese
and to Sirius
Who mirror the explosions below.
I tell them of the scalding freeze
on my skin
From the whistling wind.
I tell them of comrades lost,
comets spiralling from
heaven to hell.
I tell them that I am like them:
Radiant.
Night Witch (to Zhenya Rudneva)
And one black night
I too
spiral
Hell-ward
in
a plywood
tomb.