Catharticism – a poem

Let it be. Watch the pulse beat

‘Neath the skin and flutter madly

As booted feet press upon marsh

Earth sun baked to a firmness warm,

The cave of noise swarms, torn,

Rippling.

*

Snow has known the broken fragments

Vibrating at rates lesser found,

Bare known by regular human ken

Hollowed out as curses of old

Within trees shockingly aged, evilly

Deformed.

*

Olden stories fractured and sold,

Happiness transitory hale held,

Catharsis in the passing of one

To another, older than old,

Stories told through red blood slick

Teeth.

*

Time heals many wounds, more still

Than those of dubious charlatanry

With promises of etheric connection

Substantiated by nowise wonders;

Winsome, we wind away over years,

Mollified.

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