inas i yemma

half-chicken half-woman clucks at me 

leads me to a sacred place but refuses 

to step on this the only Holy site we are shown 

where are you from? what is your Name? 

she whispers under the louder voice of who can 

only presumably be the Divine in this moment

I scamper in the direct of the Figure With Three

Lines Shooting Out From Her Head 

plastered to the floor sometimes round or sharp

in the direction of Holy Oak and Levantine 

Cement when the chicken takes full form 

and shits in the chapel while I continuously

run run away from the strong feeling in my body 

that there is no other Human no Skin 

just a name eater and a dark sky 

red spotted lanternfly underneath my shoes