Mark Of Venus

A bloodied boon,
Passed from giver
To receiver, is too slick
To grasp. It slips,
Like an oiled egg,
Along a rainbow’s curve–
Rotating on a planet-like axis–
Before crashing into a golden pot.
The gift shatters, and the
Soot-colored rains begin
Falling anew.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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