The Empress - Grade

Why are people more interested in how

A building reaches to the sky

Than it touches the ground

She is always looking up

As I pull concrete from my teeth

And in exchange of complication

If I lose her where will I

Be her 20 moons elude me

In my time of need

Bells and hammers are rarely friends

But my promises stand tall

And are here with me

The flys will feed on corpses

As do the frogs on them

And the mosaic of broken bottles

Lodged in my neck, bleeds conveniently