Sand Madonna

when asked her runaway name
she thought of the zodiac
and its new cartography
she loved remapping
& followed with desert songs
in desire for rain
burning sweet gum
with wasp nest mask
she becomes a being of mud & violets
enacting our first rhythms
begs for riddles to end
enacts this voice of the people
in chant for the clouds to stop
with some semblance of mercy