Plant-Life

The dawn is rolling in red,

The sky is scarred by sunlight.

My eyes are red-lined and stuck,

Blistered by the fire of life.

The doktor is dressed in white,

White black, clothes askew and dread

As the dragon beneath me.

Fickle energies desert

Me like broken angels. I

Want to be sealed up like

A tomb. I want death today,

Life is easily replaced.

Graft this limb to my heaving

Chest and neck, like a prayer

Etched in flesh and bone, like love.

Is my dislike so transparent

When I turn to look at you?

I want to be filled up. So,

Fill me up, fill me down, down

Like the Buddha in the shrine

Of your love and weak desire.

Take your implement in steel

And carve a dedication

From skin and vein and live cell,

And place me like a scion

In the embankment of meat,

In the soft tissue of self.