I have
run down
a beast
of my own
Faustian
desires.
I must slice open
its jaw,
and rip the bone from it-
Append it to my own.
–
Currents forced my fingers into place
and I did what they said.
Chasms in my life
that were filled by sod
and spit.
What bargains they hawk:
of divine intervention
and malignancy
I’ll gladly swallow
your sins
and grind them into something
I can digest.