Hunger

I didn't know sadness had a hunger
a well that pulled at sinew, the tallow
of my one light burning slowly out,
suffocated by opacities, desires
for pureness, aching to be
celluloid, or cellulose,
I can't remember, not even half of it;
how my ancestors, arching pigments
on rocks walls, magical bison-tales, warning
the vacant withered bodes and finally
speaking the truth about death.
no one told me it was a lullaby
you must hunt; you must feed.

A bell tolling for me, for my untried reasons
my clinging to operations unhinged
like doors into utopian pastures,
logic can justify the worst damage,
to intestines, to voices, to skin &
in my starvation for the illusion
I saw colors, hallucinating me into existence;
I did not want my circle to hold death,
my hands like sieves, straining out pain
and deceptive consequences. Then
I finally heard the fall leaves whistle,
still clinging to their branches,
birch, oak, aspen, like dry bones,
like death rattles. a whole season
already wrapped up in vellum, parchment
a book of hours
for one small, grateful life.

I kill for the blood already in me.
Every single cell that binds
that reminds me of my meager place
my disposable human divinities, eats.
I eat pregnancies, bones, womb, fetal dreams,

the earth. I eat blizzards with my eyes
and sunrises, I eat the glow
of the fire, I consume the hearth.
I eat the heart and sleep like winter.

Reviews

[Emily B]

such stunning words, I could no more stop the flow than I could stop being

there are lessons everywhere, so glad to witness this one

[Doctor JKC]

Yes, we must feed. On top of the food chain till
we step into the jungle. Vampiric beings all the same.
And the Earth does all you spoke of.

Just so gorgeous,
Jack

[Ed Hart]

You can no more stop this current that flows through you than you can stem the tide that has overtaken you. Your Muse has delivered you a mortal blow. Go to your mountain. There you can see the infinite reservoir that is your source. Best get grounded. They have rooms for people like you...