13's Summer Harvest

Blood droplets cleanse the earth of life:

The human body of the human soul.

Left foot, right foot,

The trudging continues,

The blood prevents

Drip, drip: it grows!

Traction decreases and balance wavers,

The earth’s the sky and the sky the earth:

An axis unturned,

Left foot, right foot,

The trudging continues!

Drip, drip: time slows.

Sanguine mirrors and images of the decomposing dead

Left to rot, to wither into decay.

Deep red reflections,

Faces foreign and near

Luring twirling

Taunting mocking…

Grief 

appears 

like a bolus 

soaked in bile: 

poisoned with HCL

for the widow  forced to watch their Jr. Grow: 

for the grandson left

ambition-

less, 

beacon-

less...

those lost in despair.

Death's garden grows as the days go by and by,

and the winter 

draws 

in 

to 

numb 

the world’s toes.
Bloody tears fall, watering the earth,

Sprouting boney thorns and calcified stalks,

Veiny roots and capillaric clots:

Stalks grown in ancestral blood:

Familiar skin,

His skin, her skin, our skin: 

a mural of kin!

Death is nigh,

I know that burn…!

Drip drip, drip drip: 
the harvest has grown!

July 2013