Macabre Heart
Is it beating,
Or just the wind
Coming through?
What wills the flame
To twist and bend?
To begin and end
The low, pulsing roar
Of ravenous slaughter
This pungent stench
Putrid and sweet,
Sticky, dark, and red all over.
I can taste it..
Memories etched in every drop
And splatter.
Of pain, of you,
Distraught.
Being,
Being,
Strewn upon the cold, hard, ground.
Like fresh crops upon the world over.
If only t'were my chest,
You varnished and vanished,
I wish it could have been me!
That cut you open and saw the beauty
Rising and falling beneath your breast.
O' that salacious grave of ravaged marrow
Holds even in eternal respite a comeliness
I fear will haunt my inclination long after
Your tears and torn cheers wash away.
They took what fertile dreams
Pierced my anima,
Yet gave my animal more than your
Human subsistence would ever
Give rise.
YES!
I have seen the Deus Ex Machina!
Ace, in every regard and seam.
The ribs, the collarbone, the thighs, the carotid, the teeth, the eyes, the heart, the ankles, and
THE BLOOD on my hands.
I am no savior, no avenger, no defender.
I am
A
Monster, devil, beast, creature, savage, brute, a lout that you scorn and detest.
Who carries my own behest within
Goodness and sin.
That
I am
I am that,
A primordial man, a demon, whatever you'd like to say.
But there's no shame in this game and playing with pain
Is who
I am