Despeñaperros

A trail of pelts and broken bones

And friendships with the drowning

Swallows diving in a pool of sorrow

Imperfect to the eyes of god

And through these walls turned sinew and skin all cracked like dawn

Under the weight of their expectations

Naked and open

Milk turns to earth in my breast

And my shoulder blades

Are tectonic plates

Swimming away

From my spine

Unbraced

A choir of angels: featherless, vengeful

Descending like a wake

Descending

In circles