August Poem 4: In the Temple of the Demon

You spent your whole life absent. Alone in

Your chair facing the void. I chiseled our

Initials on the hangman’s tree, so well

Centered in a dead wood where ravens come

To peck the eyes of the children rotting.

The desiccated heart, the tool of the

Patriarchy, bringing down symbols in

Trees. Text messages, the reliquary

Bringing down the gates. Cracking the iron

Bands. The heart, a ghostly rose. Trembling in

The temple of the black demon. Amid

The carnage, sated on the hill stood the

Carrion beasts in full repose. A quick

Sputter of movement arose flapping wings.

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A Desiccated Heart

 

A desiccated heart

The tool of the patriarchy

Bringing down symbols in the trees

Text messages in the reliquary

 

Bringing down the gates

Cracking the iron bands

The heart a ghostly rose

Trembling in the temple

Of the black demon

 

Amid the carnage

Sated on the hill

Carrion beasts in full repose

A sputter of movement

Arose flapping wings

 

You spent your whole life absent

Alone in your chair facing the void

I chiseled our initials

On the hangman’s tree

 

Dead Woods

 

A well centered in a dead wood

Where ravens come to peck the eyes

Of the children floating in the tepid waters

 

The Wraith of Road 348

 

3 miles down

Under the lightning split elm

Tattered rags

Flapping the breeze

The wraith of Road 348

 

The Chugging Machine

 

The chugging machine

Sulfur and smoke

The building rose

Phantom scented seraphim

Bringing Truth to modernity

 

A Raven’s Cry

 

A raven’s cry

The clay bricks

Baked in the sun

Reclaimed by nature

Destroyed but replaced

Mineralized as fossil

 

Bubbling Acid 

 

Dissolved tissue

A white steam frothing

A rose in the bowl

Of bubbling acid

Tearing away your breath