All entries for Monday 11 May 2009
May 11, 2009
Wrote stuff for big portfolio. This is some of that. Might add more later, might not. WAAAH.
So hell sticks to them all. Sown up and down
on arable land, fresh and red it screams.
The crops it births spread rabies. Redenned men
who eat them will turn butcher and make gowns
of skin. The women carve themselves to leave
a pretty skull. Their homes are ash; corpse dens.
And demons swoop through clouds, steal children. All
the mothers cry; the fathers roar. Split seas
claim thousands. Scylla and Charybdis. Birthed
by gods we’ve scorned, they’re vengeful. So we fall
to knees, we pray for mercy. They won’t leave
us. Only souls can care. They worship hurt.
But I know that I’m safe in my calm sleep.
No fangs drip here; the only mouths that turn
and smile for blood have no dull human teeth.
I know evil only comes from demons.
Sleeping Beauty/Sleeping Giant
I could drown in slumber. Worlds are doused in
sleep, the oceans of it coil together
swarms of faces in the glass-clear blue. Thin
and calm we float oblivious kept pure
by hands that burn the poison. They won’t let
it in our ears. We’re all so safe in fur
and down; they must be angels. Taxing debt
with grace, they’ll let us sleep forever if
we promise we will only dream of them.
And all the unwatched waves will grind the cliffs
to pebbles; soil will starve and trees will choke.
There’s nothing we can do. So hard to lift
our heads and anyway we’re weak and soaked.
The demons would just laugh us down. You wait;
for all we make one more will be invoked
to tear it all apart. In here their hate
can’t touch us and that’s all we need. So trust
the hands; you know that they can deal with fate.
You know what demons do; they’ll murder us
if we look up. I know what demons do.
They’ll murder us if we look up. It’s just-
I had a different dream. I saw into
the hands, into their hearts. They fed
us poison sleep. The demons that we knew
could kill us, they were nowhere. We were red.
Dreams were heroine. Nothing there was damned.
We were bred for rape but I looked down, bled,
and saw the knife not chained into my hand.