It's Friday (again!)!
I'm on my way out the door, so today's poem is shorter than I intend it to be. This is a concept I will definitely be revisiting, because I am seriously digging what's going on here. For a later time. For now, you get the abridged version. Have a fun Friday!
The craggy tongue of the earth
slaking its thirst through blood-sodden soil.
Divine wrath wracking man's scapegoat
with pins to hold him down
and a beak in the bowels of his immortality.
A lammergeier preening organ meat from plumage,
the excruciating cost of transcendence,
the race of wicks drifting underfoot
at last alighted with flame.