DRY LIGHTNING

A midnight rider gallops her black steed bare,
no saddle, no bridle, in knifed wild-sighed shrills
splitting lullaby into this blister of silver air.

That streamed jet tail, jet mane, her ripping hair
plume out through rolled moan breaking our hills
while a night rider gallops her black steed bare.

Naked thighs, heels, slapping black flanks flare
a charge choked hah! to red hearts, shivered wills
splitting lullaby into this blister of silver air.

Unblind both eyes, unstop ears, you who dare
down crash hurt-first or flashing, riddled in thrills
while a night rider gallops her black steed bare.

How she hushes, brushes her torment to glare
as eyed swollen sky within bellied clouds swills—
splitting lullaby into this blister of silver air.

Midsummers and on—Ozone, hah! on!—tear
silks through cracked heart as ghost voltage spills
while a night rider gallops her black steed bare
splitting lullaby into this blister of silver air.