Mouth

After Psalm 107:47

The moaning, groaning cries

pour from the carnivorous mouth,

a siren song that compels and

draws, a song that turns

a listener to stone, hard, inflexible,

impermeable, a burning surface,

flames erupting like serpents,

encircling my feet, wrapping

around my body, invading

my mind until all I hear 

is the pounding, the moans,

until I see it and know it.

I cry out, and gladness

overwhelms. I hear the music.

Photograph by Lucas Clarysse via Unsplash. Used with permission.