Egg Yolk Colored Church (Čadca)
Poem #60 (A Night Journeys Promotion Special!)
Note: I don’t have a picture of the topic of this poem. The primordial void will have to do!
Within the deep, dark sanctity
Of every egg from hen and hymen
A yolk, forever warm and radiant
Will thrum and hum in Čadca with
Molten, churning gold magma in its mine
Grotesque beasts break deadened sacs
When sanctity radiates elsewhere
Locals strive to keep the sacred spotlight
Beaming -- Mokoš is too bruised and broken
Desecration fantasies infect the primordial void.