Heruka Dance

Heruka dances in a log cabin,
Throwing kerosene lanterns,
Setting the place on fire,
Uttering strange sounds to the clatter of skulls
And the breaking of glass,

The background hum of Karma tells of the gathering of souls,
The dead cry out to the collapse of the burning walls
And the glowing embers of desire,

Outside the cabin door, honeybees dance on the prairie flowers,
We watch them in the burning sunlight,
Gathering nectar for their long flight home,
In the peacefulness of the log cabin, you are the consort of my desire,
You lift a bowl of red wine to my lips,
And wrap your arm around my neck,
I notice the skin on my hands and how old it is,
And how they have survived the wrathful dance of Heruka
And the stings of bees.