Blame it on a scimitar moon
No chesire-grinned reaper, she
That crone
The one that wished you harm
Sheila, she of the gaping cervix
Womb-tongued and blind
And there, my love, there
On the Cathedral walls
Blame it on the fairy-rings
Poisonous plantings
Remote forest goddesses
Arboreal nightmares
A skeletal branch
Clawed into a fist and
Shaken against stars
Blame it on the Rabbit in the Moon
On the inky depth of a forgotten and snare-placed well
Blame it
Blame it
Blame it on me.
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