Angry as robbed bees,
savage flutter,
shapeless anxiety climbing the crest;
honey clinging to swords.
Words dripping defect and disorder;
defenseless stones beaten with a body,
murdered fists,
slaughtered against a humming breast.
Canvas of flames stain old wax older,
candles of mold kissing liquid seeds.
Thoughts careening,
death falling from foreheads.
Sleep mirrors the defeats,
obvious poverty,
the inheritance of carnations,
and guilty confessing knees.
Today,
birds feast upon winged question;
tonight,
the carcass runs wild within itself;
for now, robbed freedoms bleeds,
and soon,
the bees will come to feed. |
Submission Name: Groin of Guilt
