No love within
Take love from him
He who cannot speak
He who has no tongue
So small
So tired
Crawling in circles
Safe in shadow
Covered, fed and sick
Behind song
That hangs like smoke
Sweet and choking
A black radiant hum
That drives him on
And on and on and on
Pursued
Hot breath on neck
Watched by
Bloody eyes
Unblinking
Pursued
Watched
Held close
Consumed
Consumed
That sacred thing
Made of salt
And blood
And skin
Skin
Ripped from tender
Darkness
Left to dry
Dry in
The midday
Sun
Sun
Dancing
On the
Burning winds
His howling
Husk dreams
Of rain
Of rain
Now up from the pit
To walk the soaking soil
His eyes lift to behold the stars
Each breath a hymn
To a world reborn