On Obtaining a Worthy Vessel
Tired of being a body under ur palm
Clay, malleable, forced into the mold
Burning up the vessel hollows
It’s emptiness creates shape
Ornate, a ghost behind metal
Merely an empty vessel
Pouring hot iron
Twisting, braiding it’s hair
Building baskets
Places to carry underneath your breast
I grow cold, cooling after the fire’s moan
Cooling after the fire’s roar
Smoldering flames choke up
And feel me - dissipate
Shipped home, sold
Carried and placed neatly on the mantle
A doll, a courageous panel
An empty vessel atop a christened mantle