Specimen

Some scientist should box me up
Neatly pinned
My parts flayed open
Labels displaying
All my marvels
And every flaw
A miraculous tragedy of nature

Dissected dreams bottled in spirits
All sins displayed
Under the bright glare
Of God's massive eye
They'll use my parts
Every sinew and hair
And boil my soul
Til all that remains are soft bones

1:00 am

In words there is no comfort, only truth

But when you can entrance no embracing arms

And tender lips

To wish away the pain

With only your brain ripping into snatches of song

Flung out from the center like so many rags

You must write:

‘I am the eye, and I am not calm’

Natural Disaster

I would hibernate in sadness

Until the slightest peck of a Spring thrush

Made me throw off the dark and heavy blankets,

Never again to feel the hunger

For there was a bounty on my doorstep

Magicked during the night

I ate until it turned to sand in my mouth

And delight sank to deep despair

Nothing could satisfy as that first taste-

I burned the forest down in desperation

For the fear of emptiness overwhelmed me

Only to emerge from my ravenous trance
Naked in a dead  world

Devoid of season and of comfort

And with no green seed to plant anew,

As I had kept nothing for the winter