I Understand—What It Means

All of it.

The ground bleeds, pouring—feeding the hungry seas;
Draining like semen, seeding their fertile ovum.

They dance drunk on the blood of the mountains,
Foaming, frothing at the mouth—even as they conceive,
And their womb, pregnant once again,
Rolls, kicks, and leaps for joy.

Feast

Feast, my dear Lord, on my rotting flesh;

My putrid decay, my stenching corpse.

Pray, pulse me with maggots as I lay,

Leaking sin, staining this pure, pure spring.

I'm Robbed

I've been burgled by two—no, three.

Three women looted and plundered me.

They took not what I had—I gave.

They took me, and took me, depraved.

Why worry?

Beyond belief—

Beyond knowing, and knowledge not trust,

God is—our God.

Nothing is, there is nothing we can do,

But by Him, and through Him, and to Him.