The Calmest Tide

In this closed fell are all our hells
but nothing mars our skin
no claws can harm this iron pelt
as our fury boils within
struck silent by the clear blue truth:
We've all winds at our back
This time we won't reclaim our youth
instead we'll just attack



all we get is what we steal
borrow make or just create
discards and organs are a meal
we're only full if we just ate.
a ripping sort of shifting tear
our forest torn like paper tigers
pulled out angels dance like bears
handcuffed shuffle like a string of lighters
bobbing in the evening breeze
decorations for a child's desires
we're every one born on our knees
kneeling round a burned-down campfire




on every branch these casket nails
arrest or slow our fall
eternities seem to pass us by
as we come once more to rebirth's call.
Our siren's song of vengeful whispers:
We must have it all
Our hungry heart consumes all others
from greatest to most small




what's this we rise in sand and grit
this is nothing like how we remember it
something slithers hisses falls
on our face like a cannonball
dropped from a meter over our grin
tasting rust and blood again
there it our heart returns
not just our rage but our skin it burns
oh reptile what twist have you wrought?
thank your luck that we're already bought.