Recycled Flesh

 

Sweet river run flesh 

  Sacred before me 

Flushing all withstood 

         Reborn

    A well run dry 

Was this life before

 This life, no more. 

Worn of old skins

   Now cloaked 

 

  Ego, thine own 

Would go on gasping. 

I relentlessly 

  Held it under 

For without mercy. 

 My heart, 

Would go on pounding 

Against it's prison, 

  Run with blood. 

Against the cage that keeps it in. 

  Anxiety perpetuitous. 

Non

  Stop. 

  I had no choice...

But too feed it 

  To the river; 

To give her over 

    Full flesh. 

To fulfill 

  The cycle calling. 

She will go back to the bank 

  And all it's silt. 

She will give life where the flowers wilt...

  And I can finally 

  Call her no more. 

Recycled back to the shore. 

  Her void returned 

     Once & for all.