Of You I Dreamt a Fateful Dream
Once I had pulled you ashore, with the embers of my song,
I proceeded to seer away those leeches and parasites that
had been festering in your open wounds.
Armed with ferric sword and hammer, I assailed upon the
ancient remains of your commercially produced facade,
that damnable, friable temple you had constructed around
yourself to appease fallen, false idols, with bestial passion
and feral blows, I sent it toppling to the ground.
Barehanded, I then dug, inexhaustible,
my flesh bloody and bones raw,
through the rubble: the concrete, dust, dirt, mud, and clay.
Through every harsh layer of stone and earth that had
concealed your shining, subterranean roots.