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Monday, October 21, 2019

I Woke Up to Blood and Branding Text, by S.M.H.

I Woke Up to Blood
Dog skeleton//leashed to tree//bullet hole in head//I still hear it
suffer// brambles sharp// trees red//dog blood//dog chained to tree or
person bullet hole in head round as cigarette burn//dog or person
chained to tree//bones scarred by beaks and teethings// body tightening
//muscles drawing up// //coiled like copperheads//eastern land is filled
with them//brutalized corpse// a person crippled to death//I still hear
them suffer//agony is the pain before dying// the fear of burial is
real//darkness is dark//in terror of night// animal blood sticky//animal
blood all sticky//I woke up to blood// what graves were dug in
sleeping?// I woke up to blood// Did I bleed?//I bled//I think I bled//A
different smell than my own making// where did my hands go to thrum the
edges of the earth?// a corpse I dream// the brutality of grieving//I
dream a corpse I dream//corpses grow as if breeding//filling dream
fully//skin chafes for love or hunger//skin grafted onto bark//spirt
dead or charging higher//I woke up to blood// covered in loamy soil//
smelling of alien earth//what graves were dug in sleeping?//rope on neck
of dead//gutshot//crippled fluid//seeping grime//torsos purged// the
cunt of a family//mother battered each baby head with ball peen
hammer//curve of skull//shattered moon//maw of sun//childs skull//breach
birthed to death//imagine the dead in your mind//burn victim is a
victim//gauze wrapped// like wedding veil//maggots dancing in the
wound//burn victim is a victim//chained to tree//dog or person chained
to tree//splinted to fear//I still hear the suffer//the world is
wicked//the blood is hot//vermin cannibalize//vermin cannibalize my
dreaming//I woke up to blood//smelled the ore of mining
bodies//penetrated  iron inside the skin//teeth cured in the red of
it//I see faces//I see faces in all things//jawing scream in pocked
stone//dense black of waves// jawing to hold hammer high//to bring it
down between marbled eyes//of someone loved// picture wavers// blood
moves//eyes cross//blood vibrates//picture wavers//embalmed// aura
blooded//pollinating gore//fire will cleanse the terror clean//burnt
duff of body//smoking like an ember//imagine the dead in your mind//I
woke up to blood//I see the faces calling//to burn the tools// of what
trade//I am not sure//The world is wicked//the blood hot// my eyes
crossed//cataract in pain//imagine the dead inside your mind



Branding Text

I want to mark the text //to make the murder real //in the space of the
unconscious//I want to mark text //with the blood of the spirit //that
churns fantasies of pain //onto the pulp of dead trees//I want to mark
the seizure//of the exorcised spirit//onto the pulp of its recording//I
want to mark the text //like a date on a calendar//marking the turning
of the unconscious//in the season of its pain//what dark sin snakes its
way in the labyrinth of hallucination?//what is dying in the realm
beyond flesh?// Bodies stacking in the darkness of the cosmic mind// a
thousand bodies mutilated// by my hand//in the realm of the spirit//
atrocities we commit in fiction//are real // bodies stacking ten feet
high//the Word of atrocity//vibrating with psychic wounds//The world is
fiction//the plague that binds us to this dream// mutilated in blooded
heat//a dream//a void // rage vibrating //the  apocalypse of
Being//scalding the unconscious//brutal dream//that winds through the
desert of sight// // words like fire//forest of the unconscious//raped
by burn//knitted like a needle// into the roots //of the blistering mind
//This is real death


To see S.M.H.'s other sets of poems on The Eunuch, go here and here. S.M.H.'s poetry collections are available from Void Front Press.

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