Fill the Well, Kat Lee

Old woman a water balloon
in human shape
stepped on broken glass
Slow leak out her foot.
She rubs a shiny spot
on a pewter angel plaque.
Archangel Raphael, she says,
Fill the well.
Raphael, fill the well,
Fill the Well.

Maybe when the body die,
it ain't what it seem
Half woman spirit already
poured out
At 83 its reconnection

Forty near and I swallow hard
Lump in my throat
the water line
I think I lost my head.
I hang the pewter plaque
I found.
Archangel Raphael, I say,
Fill the Well.
Raphael, fill the well.
Fill the Well.

(fill the well, kat lee)