words

i am of two parts,
the day and night.

in the light i burn with guilt
from deeds long since expired
and those that have never passed;
i move through the hours a simpleton,
ignoring the calling
and the hunger,
sweating out each movement on the clock
until the night arrives
and in the dark hours i am wise,
in company with demons
i coalesce the outer with the inner,
a shared medium in accordance
with an order beyond word or reason,
the traces of my genius
cover the discernible world
like old dreams called back from the long ago.

this acrimonious affair
has the makings of a blood feud,
the boiling of our love
has surpassed us both in all but temper,
and so i bid farewell
to the savage and irrevocable deeds
of your ethos,
your despair and your hope
and your greater abhorrent behaviors.

you are but god’s great failure,
you suck the marrow from history
and the blood from the earth
and wallow in your own gluttonous excrement
like some deranged warlord mad with blood,
your soul is now glass
and you are no longer real,
you will cross all fates
and in all such quests be rejected
back to the horror from which you were produced.

-S.C. Martinez