Parsifal
After the Hermann Haindl deck, in the time of COVID
Placid moon face open
Finger bloody in her wound
Where the arrow shot
Her swan’s heart, swooning
Lost.
You touch her heart
Pulse slowing
Words escape “Still pretty”
Your fool’s smile trembles
Eyes swell tongue thickens
You must abandon
Your drained innocence
Pale and bloodless
Chase her deer heart
Pumping in your ears
Escape is nowhere
Still you pretend
Obsession fades
You stop imagining
yourself
A god. A man.
Foundation of sand
Ocean stronger for all
Your fighting to contain
No chalice can hold
All this water
All this blood
One leg one eye
No story
To guide your suspension
Head below your heart
Blinded, unbound
A new language beneath you
~Heather Hirschi, 2020



"Chase her deer heart
Pumping in your ears" Love.