New Star Mouse

She enters the hot blazing desert,

The sand cleanses her vile body,

The cactus quenches her thirst,

The dunes soften her thoughts.

She searches for new salvation,

the scorpions scurry away,

the mouse understands and follows,

the sands of silence are a blessing.

She is guided by the shining stars,

the fox says everything is irrelevant,

the snake smiles benignly,

the desert is void of footprints.

She stumbles across a dissolute city,

the place is blatantly infested,

the disease pours rampantly outward,

the flood gates burst wide open.

She understands the cause of the disease,

the plague envelopes everything throughout,

the terror no longer matters in life,

the pestilence cannot penetrate the resolve.

She realizes death is the meaning of life,

the renewal of faith is the beginning of all,

the solemn eyes of mouse confirms all that is,

the snake reluctantly reveals its secrets.

She embraces the trail of the soaring star,

the cross is saturated in unreasonable death,

the cross-over is frighteningly convulsive,

The bright side of the moon does exist.

She discovers the meaning of her death,

the old has to be ripped asunder,

the new star gleams on in its blessing,

the mouse gladly gives new colour to life.

Christine Martin

May 5 2000