Downward - Full of Hell

Like a blind tern

Its flight is caged, its wings are weighted and drawn

Like highs with low ends

Peaking resplendence before a downward spiral

Like an old oak

It swells and dries with the turn of the seasons

Like a sneaking boar

Digs through the layers of loam and of dirt and time

For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel

So does the weeping mother probe her clutch

Like an old worn oak beam swells and dries

In the wetness and the turn of the seasons

So does flesh

Your corpse laid out like a fouled white sponge

Clumps of muscle and skin freed from the shame of being you

It’s not enough to succeed when others must fail

A dry heaving circus of inhumanity

Like the sneaking boar with a haunch packed with lead

Digs through layers of loam and dirt for the jewel of a jewel

For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel

So does the weeping mother probe her clutch

Miracle boon of the muddy banks