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Nature at last our eviction exhaled,
a gaunt abattoir with infection regaled.
From fungus and plume our deformed wights arise,
shamble and vampirize...
The squirm of deservèd ascoma.
A species that forgot its place:
spores boring flora from out anguished face.
The squirm of deservèd ascoma.
And flower Hells,
the cruelest of misanthropies:
that emboldening what already'd
sink teeth to itself.
Horror-spore, come forth!
Possess the reign
facilitating rape and strain;
carve our hold with blooms
of croaking exeunt and doom.
The overlong dream mosses over:
the squirm of deservèd ascoma.
The last of us.
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Wolfsbane and Ivy
05:44
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Where branches twist their boughs
throughout the blackened woods
broods that masque, Edenic asp
sought on lip and hood.
Singing snare—
fathered into this dance:
where once love strode each wild's command,
now vows more Satanic entrance...
String me wayward totem,
shadows put to toothèd means.
Sheep bleat, fear our hollows:
wolfsbane and ivy.
Abandoned to a purpose erst never in our seed—
“Whet the jaw! Blood the sabbat! Bewill us to fly!”
Appropriated, our bones for the church his cancer decreed,
bonfire fruit to soothe the wound of the manger.
Virtue deemed to have fled these Hecatonchires
after Eden's serpent struck their gardened root,
those born to join the forest in its worship
turned and left the birthright to witchcraft and soot.
Now our psithurisms reek of spited sons,
prayer made the pungence of their bodies burning.
But what blood said to devil our sylvan hymnals with its baths
can efface such paths?
Come back!
Leaves green this skeletal reach in longing
for no further urge to fall...
Still, the unintestined grotesque
of creation's inverted edifice:
claws and palates slaked to usurper's whim,
which promptly fosters worms and fungi within.
But where slaughters the spell,
an older law detrita knell...
Necrophagous shoots and spores
unwind their constant gospel through the ruin of death,
lichening the blasphemies beshrouding our dark
until there's nothing left.
The rites that drank your babes
unmade while we pine.
Oh, unbloodied air
each prodigal spring divines!
Meet me ageless totem,
shadows true and green.
I, darksome peace, I am the wood;
I am for your good.
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We, the kindling of this whittling onset.
What slumpèd husk doesn't know this war?
The foetor-scented fingertips spousing our kind
with foliage and tendril, desiccation and spore.
The arboreal maw
dotting suns under teeth,
grotesque penult:
forms bored beneath.
Born betrothed to this lover in th' allure
twixt earth and bodies that succumb to its trysts,
some scratch its tally with recalcitrant claws
while others offer waters from their wrists.
And I find my plot in between each response
as useful as the rot that these bowers ensconce...
Autumn-wont!
Heart I’ve drained over stone and bark
to lend my days more than the mound where we depart...
Undone!
Carrion’d by the cruelty of wind,
my life led to rescind.
Every epitaph eventually fades,
the Nature of the place to disregard ours,
foregone sehnsuchts unsuccored by
even a firmament of posthumous stars.
Thus the desperation veining
everything I touch with what this cadence conducts;
thus the sun-gutted sky and cold of lichened goodbyes
when I've unhearted myself and it's still not enough.
My worth returns: the dearth of earthward branches,
a forest floor my wasted make to claim.
I lie, my one use preluded with moss
drawn over crestfall as extinguished eyes
find the night burning my name...
Older-sown than my search,
worthied in ageless flame.
The burdens of worth and of grace
breathe peace back to
Autumn
I become.
My heart slows its beat,
drums with warmth replete...
drums its gift to death.
Autumn!
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Rite
06:17
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Here, fog wanders warily.
Here, moonlight falls too thin,
and the choirs quiet throat and night-announcing limb
at the squat, dilapidated affront their murk therein.
“I
pry wide a path
for this blood more light, more life than that
belying messiah could provide.
Such hollow hands...”
And hence the floorboards gored with that ambition's lurid bark,
but more, the countless eyes felt staring from the dark.
What necrophagous plot contradicts the dead necessitated by glory?
...no less that throng’s transcendence involuntary!
For a majesty bidding no knee,
no horror'd lash too deep...
And the forest's taloned rafters still hold
the Hell born on the perishing's weep.
“I
slew and strewed these sons and daughters,
my hands' red weight evidencing the wage
I should attain in state on high...but come
no wingèd attendants! No
gouts of power recompensing sin-slaked veins!
Just dark!—the shift inside the shadows atop
what ought to be lifeless remains...”
~I am the ill intent
who set upon the traveler on a road
that he should not have been on.~
And caterwauled that sunken hovel the last
refrain from out its hoarsened chorus, curse complete
in tongue that lolled in glossolalia pleading relief
from each stoven-faced pubescent reaching out for his feet.
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