In the House of Judas Iscariot
Mother is a jealous god
to bound her favored earth
in reprimand.
From this fine-combed drive
gravel dare not stray.
Roll out the awnings
and pocket all your tidy fiends,
pave the path
to such smooth turnings of the latch.
Laminate smiles - ajar to miracles,
while severed heads scream
behind the bolted cupboard door.
A windowed bird
crests the pines
to tell needles, cones and cedar lawns
of forests not yet mapped,
crickets strumming nursery rhymes-
a moment safe to handle kitchen cutlery.