The Human (Part one of two)

If frosted skin

Melted beneath

A violent sun

More loud than bright

Could the waters ever nourish this desert?

The barrenness of this land

A heart unused

And left in sickled moonlight

Has bloomed poisonous flowers

Perhaps capable

Perhaps not

Wrapped in black

This goddess stands

Away from the hedonist's paradise

From her body

She breeds

Black birds

Raging fires

Creatures to terrify small psyches

Raze across the land-

This land

And bear down on my shoulders

For I fear not

This coldness

Nor numbness

The rake of the heat

Of the other place

Keeps calling-

Though it continues to damage and scar

Then punish me for the injury

Must it be a sickle?

Cannot a fertile crescent-

Ride in sky?

Tell me and show me

I am tired and worn

Twisting and grappling

Inside...

Inside...

And over.