Safina

Safina was the Chechen Wolf
She was weaned on Phoenix Blood
She grew up as an orphan girl
In a thatched house walled with mud

Safina’s cold lungs were Breath Divine
That would give Life, by and by
She sang blue dirges crying, and
Watched her men march off to die

Safina lived on a riverbed
Where she planted devil’s flax
Her fingers were alluvium
And her heart could melt like wax

Safina’s net of tresses black
Went hunting the heart of me
And Safina played piano jazz
Just as mercilessly

Safina slept in a sepulchre
And dined on Eucharist
Safina broke her fast on hearts, and
Quenched her thirst with morning mist

Safina was God’s bondsmaiden
In a petticoat scarlet red
One day Safina searched for love
And she found her self instead.

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