micropoetry – Sceadugenga

hearts/

digging dirt
for
low places
to find
those hearts
beating
underground

blood flows thick
through words, steel
copper tongue
& violent you

ribs pierced
my blood
washes weregild
earth clean
in the ash's 
shadow

it seems only right
flesh should mirror
my putrified soul

i should burn away
like morning fog
as if never here

wrapping shadowcloak
tugging the fringe
hole singularity home

my cheek resting
on naked thigh
you twirl my hair
around a finger tip
again again again

waving a burning stick of sage
i invite those who overstayed to leave
& new spirits to come and stay

crows on high wires
laugh at distinctions
cityscape? natureside?
waiting for roadkill meals

i can be free
once i find the will
to cast of the shackles
with which
the world binds me

Silly man. The shackles were provided and placed by you…