Ordination at Pytho

Three days oppressed with unclear visions,

my hands grew black with brittle dirt,

extending throatless moans and barefoot

on the earth where flocks refuse to feed.

I hoped to not bring peace, but a sword.

Women fell on themselves, frail angels

sworn to keep their feet from evil, from

the ceaseless wanting and the ceaseless want.

I draped oil on my body like a shroud.

I waited for love and none came.

Kitty St. Remy is a writer and scientist living in Brooklyn. Her work has been published in Hot Pink Mag, Dream Boy Book Club and print zines that are lost to time. She's always plotting something.