some journeys gone farther

this hate
gifted me
tastes
humble
tastes
curiously
free

it was
right there
the whole time

left shallow
feeling fine

in this grave

dug through
rock and worm
left hallow
left torn

a dark silence here
where we lay
a gift of perfect fear
in shifting gray

someone come to
scrape away

the gifts
we are
given

and wonder why
this hate
has been driven

for so many
centuries

in the perfect silence
the trial of the lost
our sacrifice for violence
cured of cost

bring us our
daily bread
to feed the hunger
of those
already dead

see us here
for what we really are

god spits in the face
one more time
and we're left feeling the
fuck
of angels
on our backs

so hope for justice
and hope for
the rusty womb
to scab over
so we might
live again
for something brighter
like cleanly sin
washed in
eternal light
to kill away
the plight
of a million
voices
screaming
for the
very same
fucking
thing

we have to clean the kill,
dress it and find
its source
we have to become
unstrung
and live
every moment
and the times
gifted
without remorse

and everything
will be
better
one day
when we learn to
throw it all
away

when we find ourselves
lost
and trembling
with no way
to go home