Hummingbird

In many places near the equator
it is said that hummingbirds carry the souls
of departed warriors
returning to fight another fight.

Slowly, as if the sun is giving birth to light for the first time,
we have been converted into that kind of beauty
and covert power that so many are hungry for.

There are so many days when we'd rather escape
than be drained by Narcissa
and all her drab minions scrapping
for the same mirror.
The slashing and flashing
unseemly at best.

Wisely, the hummingbird hovers above it all
choosing the exact flowers to favor
before the subduction of each morsel of truth
is blathered away by all the mindless color.

In this jungle,
impatient wings flutter
on the unsubstantial breezes
until the cacophony of ignorance
passes away.