Effigy The Fig Mother, always overlooked a shade—an outline—etched on a canvas but never filled in drawn first to the bird, feasting on her fruit the snakes, tempting her branches the Shaman’s mask that seeks her heart the she-wolf that suckles in her crown seen for her fruit only, what she can produce the reason why she’s valued at all ignore the figs removed from her face plucked out like eyes from a skull even as she ages and no longer flowers stripped, cut down, distributed— still providing shelter even as she burns, she remains silent whispers of blue seep through the smoke ultimately consumed, spent until nothing is left all the while content to provide warmth and one last hot meal for our hungry bellies Gage Michael Wheatley Gage Michael Wheatley is the Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Bird Bath Magazine. He has a Bachelor's Degree in Classics: Archaeology and Ancient History, with a minor in Art History. Gage loves to weave mythology, art and history into his poems that often reflect deeply personal aspects of his body and/or psyche. When bored, Gage has a tendency to move furniture around his apartment, cut or dye his hair, or get a new tattoo--his partner is never too happy with any of those choices.
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