Manslide

There’s a place
I live
inside us both
where, all year round,
thick long-stem roses grow
through the soft
marshmallow snow
straight up to the sun,
whose rays, refracted
through the ruby petals,
help keep our secret world
aglow. The crimson
blood that drips
from every thorn
onto the snow below
forms a geothermal
pool of sympathy,
a warm bath of love
bestride the hemispheres
we each inhabit,
earthless,
tumbling like reckless
geese from the heavens,
an avalanche of
the dispossessed &
the dictatored,
mansliding north toward
the forlorn caves.

M F Drummy holds a PhD in historical theology from Fordham University. He is the author of numerous haiku/senryu/haibuns, articles, essays, poems, reviews, and a monograph on religion and ecology. His work has appeared or will appear in Allium, Amethyst Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Emerge, The Engine (idling, Frogpond, Main Street Rag, Modern Haiku, Pan Haiku Review, Prune Juice, The Rumen, Scarlet Dragonfly, Viridian Door, and many others. He and his cool life partner of over 20 years enjoy splitting their time between the Colorado Rockies and the rest of the planet. He can be found at: Instagram @miguelito.drummalino and his website https://bespoke-poet.com