Parse Over - The Amenta

I will blooddye the doors of my house

And flood chambers of lung and heart

I will blooddye the doors of my house

And flood deltas of the vein

I dig through my navel

Feel the unravelling of bones

And the deltas of the vein

Now noosely knotted

This unspooling body

What worth is one in this world?

A hail of nails

In the hardwood

What good a protector

Who varies in potence?

The weight of their

Weakness in my weft

What use a cystem

Enslaved to its shivering?

Unmanned, dismantled

I’ll make a tent of my skin

I’ll sever the heartstring

To allow them their run

I will blooddye the doors of my house

And flood chambers of lung and heart

I will blooddye the doors of my house

And flood deltas of the vein

I unspill the thread of my gut

Tie it in a thresher’s hold

Build the brick of my muscles

I ask you to enshrine my failures

They are the symbols of man

I ask you to discard my flesh

It is the symbol of mud

I ask you for silence on my soul

Please see my grave is kept clean

I ask you for silence on my soul

I ask you to discard my flesh

Dipping my palms deep in my well

I withdraw a butcher’s tell

The slickly coagulant gloves

I smear my prayer, crosswise, on the door