Mallory Mahen was the first winner of the World Poetry Publishing Prize Contest. She is currently working on a poetry book to be publishing alongside the rapidly growing World Poetry Collective. If you would like to join the Publishing Prize and create your own book alongside the Collective, click here.

Divine Father flares,
wails purple, flushes gold.
Magma pools at the surface.
On Etna! On Erebus!
Earthly Mother self-immolates.
Justice takes up her own scythe,
sings superego empires to snuff,
Death marches with Death.
A rapping you can’t ignore;
a chanting, a pounding, a pleading;
fleets of dreams undreamt.
All the ferry boats are full so cast
the omphalos stone to choke
out that amorphous ouroboros, that
insatiable no-face, the sinister
seeping of white.
Twisting memory against mind,
bombarding Her sacrum.
No mortal can wield Her life-force energy,
only a fool would believe he can be a king!
And when a new parasympathetic pantheon arises,
the soil will know the executioner.
Her celestial body keeps the score.