Harvester's Moon

Dilapidated moon
Careening scythe blade
Harvesting the earth
Fever blister pop sag
We are the new messiah
Grown from counter top sands
Engrained in the purple fire
Of times ever-hatred growl growth
Back into the harkening mists
Back into the times of unwinding
Back into the canyons of perspective
From which we laid our weapons
From which we forgot the sorrowed wounds
Of a widow’s leap
Through the gifting gravity’s pity
We are the all consuming
We are the legion for we are many
We are hungry teeth without stomachs
We are the chainsaw gutfuck suck of
Future babe’s mouths
We are the time feared by death to die.
We are coming home to nest
To root
To remain
To holocaust holidays.
We are living in your shadows
Breathing in your corroded
We are shaking Yggdrasil’s branches
And wringing the Ourboros serpent.