HEALING THORNS

Fall, fall, down on thorns
Let them bleed you raw
with pointed stakes that burn
and tear and pierce you
There

Fall, fall, down on thorns
If that is where you need to
lie
Begone the world in funeral
pyre
Embrace the pain, make love
to fire

And let the healed
Have scabs for teeth
Let them to their own tongues
preach, and
Fall, fall, down on thorns
Bleed it out and out and gone
Let the agony come large and
gain, bleed you raw on red hot
pain, for if that where you
need to lie, let it rip and tear
and pierce you...There

M P 21/4/21