“Noises and Knots”

Somewhere along the path

Face down in your own bloodbath

Implemented inner-directed wrath

I’ll find us wailing,

in a shallow pool flailing

inhaling twisted lies

from the lords we despise

An accounting

Drowning in this fool

This obsidian soul of sludge and stool

Into the cold therein we can unfold

A mystery of murder so old

A path of blood and bone for the bold

So, with poor eyesight and a black eye

I’ll guide the climb to places on high

Where we jump to our death or learn to fly

to history we look

a drone

Where they bled you

where they cut you

They drained you

as they suck the tit of a diseased cow

once a proud sow

a pig thrust from heaven now digitized

basterdizing the human race

the case is solved you’ve traced

the mace that bludgeoned you

the spirit that abandoned you

Forget it. They are hopeless. Tired in a screen.

Caught between screams.

A scene they reenact on repeat

Reruns embedded as facts

A casket

There they’ve stored memories.

You don’t fight yourself.

They’ve turned you inside out.

the shepherd was lost

or he waits observing or time is different for a being that aware

perhaps we are safe praying

biting each other in frenzied baying

our wool still growing time still flowing

does love even exist some say it does

some say; “I love my mother.” “I love my God.”,

What is love? Can you tell me that it’s not

a system of control a plot

another system within systems

With a shovel in hand and a fist at the sky

You bury yourself in spite

convincing flies your right

still you guide

with a mouth full of foot

To a future of pain and soot

Time and Again in the fray

has someone pointed the way

With ass in seat you accuse the day

a mass culling a calling to refuse

how about another knot for your noose

something about systems within systems

noises and knots

the dismantling is beneath the fabric of you

We are in the dark.

And I could use a shepherd, too.