towards poetic ends
Runaway Recreant
O, how Gaia betrays me!
From the warmth and safety
Of her unraveling womb!
Bring forth the sheers
To cut this lifeline at the belly
And release me — a parasitic calf
From the clutches of this
Milkless menstruating matriarch
O howling hypocrite huntress!
How you seek out your prey
Under duress —
All for the duration
Of your choosing!
As you lay your lambs
Out to slaughter
To throw the wolves off your scent.
O heretical misery queen!
How you rule over your
Deserted decrepit kingdom!
Sitting on your throne
Made entirely out of
Thirty pieces of silver.
Melted down and forged
From your envious resentment.
O dubious duchess of self destruction!
Who will mourn your memory
Upon your lonely plot
Marked with stone?
As you seep deeper into the soil
Only the worms lay beside you now —
As they feast upon
Your lifeless rotting heart.
Matty Kopf 