Ashes

Let's break back on the sternum
of this earth, grind the teeth
of trees into the long legged noon.
Come, is this not why we are here—
to crush the towers of sky
into the hungry bosom of the sea?
Have we not been violent to the grass
sticking their flimsy blades in retort?
Have we not cooked the soil
seeking for roasted nuts hiding golden
seeds? Come, let's bend the waist
of the wind into service, let it revolve,
gods let it revolt the earth from
the milky way into the distant stars
dying their unwitnessed deaths.
Come, let us be righteous about this,
let us call the name of gods & carry
their name like bloody axes into night.
Come one, come all.

📸: pixabay

yours always,
Osahon (warpedpoetic)