A review by bluelilyblue
The Black Unicorn: Poems by Audre Lorde

4.0

my hands grip a flaming sword that screams
while an arrogant woman masquerading as a fish
plunges in deeper and deeper
into the heart we both share
like beggars
on this moment of time
where the space ships land
I have died too many deaths
that were not mine

Powerful. Solemn. Loving. I am (perhaps too late) finding a new poetic landmark in Audre Lorde's language.