Otto, the Fey

division spilt upon earth
rusted trees wave to their friends
and mourn plywood soldiers
lost in the great rend

winter boughs leak tales of sorrow
dripping upon a sea of blind lights
the retching and tearing
of a womb split left to right

yellow flashes pass in glimmering streams
flick ashes of asphalt and sprays of oil
into Otto’s eyes, ever so fey
testing Otto's faith to prove a foil

Otto’s cellulose coat, dull and stupid
with a sudden swerve into the grove
crimson soaked martyr
finding its way back home