Torrent

My pitted gut, a biblic tribe, a trek of blood, a torrent tide.
And fire night, a violent wave, a welt and weal, a tear
Aflame. My shattered earth, a fallen scar, an angel blind,
A brain ajar. And passion rain, a rapid rush, a voiceless
Ache, a faceless touch. But wail to God, an omen gaze, a
Soul to flight, a mother’s haze. And dying soft, my scented
Youth, a swamic death, a painted coop. For fetid wound,
A bleeding pulse, a mental web, a screaming ghost.

My pitted gut, a biblic tribe, a trek of blood, a torrent tide.
And fallen sky, my tribal trance, a torrid flame, my soul to
Ash. For brilliant death, my steeple stream, to flit and fly,
And float the dream. And plighted mind, a forest curse, a
Fountain bleak, a father’s hearse. For fetid wound, a
Bleeding pulse, a mental web, a screaming ghost.