Poetry

The Great Becoming (Redux 2014)

 

devilman rage

I’ve placed too much of myself
right here, along the cable
Too much remains erratic
or, more aptly, unstable

You moved me like a puppet
yet I gave you the strings
the ones you used to pull me
bound on your broken wings

Now I tear from your orbit
Limbs bleeding, bruised, affrayed
I stare out to the future
to history yet unmade

Should I now speak in whispers
or what the slaves call “tongues”
to keep the lice from feasting
on kardia’s congealed crumbs?

Do I excise all feeling
drain out my tender side
lest I be snared by sirens
and dragged beneath the tides?

I need now a renaissance
A death of what once was
Rechristen myself Devil
to slay a thousand Gods

Burn out all trace of wretched
to starve the fear inside
Cremate the Superego
Sublime tyrannicide!

And rise renewed, infernal
A stronger strain of being
to scar this world constricted
where slavery is the mean

You thought you knew what made me
much more than I myself?
You knew only the miser
denying hidden wealth

Sing requiems for the dreamer
who choked on your sweet words
He lives now, reincarnate
beyond the reach of herds

~MRDA~