"And We Shall Have Peace"
Give me your anger
white hot and raging, a sword
that cares not what or who it cuts, or why
and leaves your hands scarred
clasped together in prayer.
I will turn it into plowshares, into poems
beat it with hammer and stone
into petals and offerings
twisted vines that birth blossoms
where before there sprouted only thorns.
Cup your hands and I will fill them
with more than war
for you to slake your thirst upon
quench your fires with water
poured without thought of scarcity.
We will take the ashes from the forge
and scatter them across deserts
transform wastelands into meadows
till them into the hungry soil
and purify the salted fields
before we sit on fields of verdant green
and watch the blazing stars go out.
Jessica is a queer writer of short fiction and poetry, currently living in New England where they wait for the sea to give up at least one of its secrets. Their work has appeared in Fireside Fiction, Fantasy Magazine, Apparition Lit., Anathema and other such places.