Honey & Sulphur

<p><em>For he spake</em>—The gates of divinity part and out rush predatory birds. The taste of strawberries. The shepherd raises their right hand breaks bread. An owl by any other name. There is a merry gaiety in harvesting human teeth from nectarous fruit.—<em>and it was done.<br /><br />He commanded</em>—A hellscape of rot and rut. Brittle angels and biting insects. Flutes salt the earth. The corpse of a coelacanth dissolves into pastel foam. Sibilant language chewing women ushering neurotoxins belching charred oak. And then rain.—<em>and it stood fast.</em><br /><br />Ekphrastic prose and poetry in (ir)reverence to <em>The Garden of Earthly Delights</em>.</p>