The might of it so alluring
And you’d love to skin me
Use my skin

Stretch it over your instruments
Align my spine so straight and lovely
Right in line with your own

Beat into my back the
Rhythms of your dominion
Tone and slap haunt the village

Toss your cutlass into the
Streams. The river runs red

But because we are wrapped
In the dark cloth we know
Better than to believe her

That one named Damaged and Illusion
How she loves to whip and echo into
The seasons wide and winding

Bind my pelvis
Compress my sternum
Stop my exhale sudden

She would love this way

Patina you
Copper bound hag
Your ching ching has lost it luster

Shackled

You would have us all on a chain gang
But I wont sing those songs, and them
Hounds are afraid to track me because
They know I’ll eat them

And laid waste the formal garden
Long ago in another season