Emmanuela de León

Emmanuela de León

Posted on 07/31/2012


Photo taken on July 16, 2010


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plague is your sister

plague is your sister
Hello Death Angel, Plague is your sister.
I’ve seen her handiwork, heard
the tortured breath, watched her loosen the hands
of the dazzling boys from each other.
For love, love. I’ve seen the AIDS hotels
& sick ones begging homeless
in the tunnels, the whispered conspiracies.
Shameless emissaries with your powders
& wands, your lunar carnivorous flowers.
Tricks, legerdemain. I’ve seen you draw
veined wings over the faces of sleepers,
the abandoned, the black feather that sweeps
so tenderly. I’ve seen the stain you scribe
on the pavement, the glossy canopy of leaves
you weave. I’ve seen waste & ruin, know
your kingdom for delirium, the furious thumbprints
you’ve scored on the flesh of those you choose.
I’ve seen you slow-dance in a velvet mask, dip
& swirl across dissolving parquet.
I’ve seen you swing open the iron gate—
a garden spired in valerian, skullcap, blue vervain.
Seen you stir in the neat half-moons, fingernails
left absently in a glazed dish.
Felons, I’ve cursed you in your greed, have spat
& wept then acquiesced in your wake. Without rue
or pity, you have marked the lintels & blackened
the water. Your guises multiply, bewildering
as the firmament’s careless jewelry.
Death I have welcomed you to the rooms
where Plague has lain when the struggle is passed
& lit the candles and blessed the ash.
Death you have taken my friends & dwell
with my friends. You are the human wage.
Death I am tired of you.

Lynda Hull, from "Suite for Emily"

stylized self-portrait

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