Poem: Super-Secret Heavy Flow

 

Enys Men (Mark Jenkin, 2022)

your body has only spilled over during sickness

and this morning?

Your shock bloomed into fragrant fear

 

Seen only during Eid, such red rust ink

pooling underneath

slit lamb neck.

 

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women bygone until now

mourn their girlhood sleep

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You pull up your Shalwar

and Panic with a capital P,

and wonder fervently

‘Why all this blood’?

 

After hours,

God echoes your question

Why all this blood?