Harlem Healer

Ultraviolet sky within a ring of silver gold

Tangerine magenta to a crimson hue grown cold

Tongues of heat are wagging as they lick my hair and face

My cotton dress has perished to expose my thighs disgraced

Wildly dancing in the ring around my sacrificial post

Crackling-in to chant and sing a farewell to my ghost

The flames are flags of angels that plead sudden sull remorse

For surely now they know it's been a huge mis-stake of course

Beyond the smoke that elevates abscond my enemies

This wind that blows surprises as I rise up through the trees

My flesh has turned to sparking cinders that float like butterflies

And down into bones-now-ashes flow tears that were once my eyes

The chatter and hisses abating as my cross collapses-in

Cathartic peace now silences the accusers of my sins