Dark Scavengers

opening doors

to

deep wounds

 

i attempt to cut away

shadows

 

which have lingered

and

swallowed every hope

dissolved between bars

 

rust on the chains remain

a testament to how far I've come

 

though i cannot scrape away

this ancient voice responsible for every ruin

 

I've learned to live with it

talons beneath skin

take hold

 

I could have let your hate

make me crueler than what I've seen

 

restless icebergs dreaming to collide and drown you

 

I swing the axe

watching roots chip away the past

thinking of your death

 

a sudden burst of Justice

designs my book cover with my favorite Super Heroes

 

swift sorrows unite like creeks into a river,

they travel and rip my soul in half

darker canyons on the other side

live here in my other eyes

 

mended now

 

no stitches required

 

but still 

 whispers of fury

settle on quaking leaves

 

a stronger spirit has taken hold

 

a hidden mountain of roots

bind me to your secret Kingdom

 

even now if I saw your Yugoslavian face

this double edged sharpened axe in my hands

a silent strength sweat seeping from the murder I survived

if your head was placed beneath my eyes

you would be lucky if I didn't swiftly bring it down upon your neck

to release this darker shadow

you created in the perch of my blackest nest.

 

A cold storm swells within

my heart

 

hands bleed red sunsets on the handle

 

darkest scavengers take flight

and combs far lands for your suffering destruction......