Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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“Tender hours & compassion!” he roars to shake<br />
the labyrinth’s countless floors, where<br />
some torsos laugh & ride harder, hearts<br />
blindly touch & gnaw close, & others<br />
kneel for the manacle, the cruel tongue,<br />
hope that best high begins sunken low.<br />
“What passes while simple faces watch clocks?”<br />
as he departs me. “What better hustle than<br />
any king’s great cry to war, luring gestures<br />
to easy superiority, any preacher’s offer<br />
of a God that favors one over another,<br />
than to cast a stripling squalling into this<br />
world with no better explain that what his<br />
answerless race can offer?”<br />
“What purpose?” I roar at the Beast when<br />
later I come upon him drowsy with sup,<br />
something sweet & taken held close. “Why ferment,<br />
why breath, why dream? Why want’s rootless tangle?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> Beast circles me but does not lunge<br />
again, now knows the peril in this. “In every<br />
hour since the night she fell, she arrives<br />
in the clearing shaped like a temple<br />
in full moonlight, now a wanting half-child<br />
again, dressing for his every pleasure in<br />
glaring new love’s ceaseless pitch.”<br />
We clash as I try for his sweet prize,<br />
without his strength I can only sing &<br />
sing again, wake the hour’s tenderness & compassion.<br />
“Nothing divides us but the walls hands<br />
have made,” he told her that last night,<br />
burning private words into her hips & shoulders,<br />
with candlewax & her seething blood & night’s<br />
frankest juices, as she lay before him<br />
a wide open eye in love, soft croon of bones,<br />
moaning & crying their nights a blind<br />
blowing wash to the sea.<br />
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