newness

clarified by fire
such a precise prism
pointing to purpose and unforgiving realism

like lightning
smashing the ground
smacking its womenfolk into change

a collective war call
of all the women hurt by men
of all the minds drawn into madness and mindlessness

there's a burgundy burping
a stewing slurp, a velvet thing

a heart
strung up like yesterday's laundry