The High Priestess

by H.V. Cramond

Cassandra closes her eyes

explains again how rain is formed

in a cloud

not belly

but superstition

will take          hold

body of war

this form conquers

into hail her

prophecies of falling   silver

sighs on the face of a tank

over airwaves in Arabic

the alliances are lies

the enemy is elected

how jobs are made      she says          

and marriages

her voice travels but does not translate

the operator is monolingual:

if it is a woman she must be

calling for help           

he loved          Princess

Leia she's got a lot of spunk

spit in the mouth of the snake

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H.V. CRAMOND is the founding Poetry Editor of Requited Journal and a yoga teacher. Tenure Track, the musical she co-wrote with Cayenne Sullivan was featured in the Premier Premieres festival of new musicals in June 2016. Some recent and forthcoming work can be found in Soundless Poetry, Ignavia, death hums, Crack the Spine, BlazeVOX, Menacing Hedge, Adanna, So to Speak, Thank You for Swallowing, Dusie, Masque & Spectacle, Matter, and elsewhere. You can read more of her writing at hvcramond.com