For His Name Was Lazarus
Annie Blake
for Luzchlahn
/ and he was my raised man / when god’s
first light dried his face / soft
as arsenikon feathers / i could only touch
the last of his hand / so i shook
the promise tree / for god has delivered
antique money from the envelopes of the leaves
and so the fire cried out—
so i turned to breathe and burn / fingers like axed
wood / love arrows lodged in her back / eros
and his wings like sticks / fleshly crossed
jerusalem palm / to divine the dirt / my body
burden glows like a vine and a vision of his iron
hooves / when the horsebox
broke open and i was let loose / so
sing / o mercy psalm /
Annie Blake (BTeach, GDipEd) is a divergent thinker, a wife and mother of five children. She commenced school as an EAL student and was raised and, continues to live in a multicultural and industrial location in the West of Melbourne. She enjoys experimenting with Blanco’s Symmetrical and Asymmetrical Logic to explore consciousness and the surreal and phantasmagorical nature of unconscious material. Her work is best understood when interpreting them like dreams. She is an advocate of autopsychoanalysis and a member of the C G Jung Society of Melbourne, Australia. You can visit her on annieblakethegatherer.blogspot.com.au and https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009445206990.