Inheritance

White sweet nectar, splattered

on the hay.

Source unknown.

Feral fly

sipping away at its plunder,

framed by the side

of the horse.

A relentless siege.

Hoping for liberation.

But accepting retribution.

The sensitive, succumbed to the fall.

Comfort hard to come by

these days.

Just noise out here

by the stables.

Long breath.

Pungent odor.

Toe, ankle,

knee, thigh,

deep in fertilized lament.

Oh noble simpleton.

Let's change places

for a day,

an hour,

a minute.

I'll need steel jaws

to take you back.

Fractured lips do not speak.

Penance for unholy invasion.

The fruit is gone.

Skirts long and thick,

poised to catch the sparks

off the hearth or the stake.

The tides of your body

are suspicious.

The moon follows you

like a dog.

Folly is the way

of the uninitiated.

Stuff your ears

with felted wool.

Stuff your nose

and mouth too.

You do not hear the divine.

You do not taste its lips.

You do not see its light.

Stuff it all.

You do not bleed its life.

Creature too close

to the source.

Why did He choose you

for creation?

You with weak muscle

and fragile bone.

I can split you

like a wishbone.

And I will,

for you can endure all pain

and return again.

To endure again.

What sorcery are you?

Why is your flesh so soft?

Why is your breath so deep?

Why do you plague me?

Creature too close

to the source.

Unholy bargain.

Veil yourself,

for if I see you full

I will abandon Him

to worship

at your feet.