The Forest

Forest

You lead me in

To The Forest -

With the last of my childhood kicking and screaming,

Your eyes become knots

And your skin grew hard -

You become one of them.

I saw the remnants of my youth 

Swallowed by the loam

I might have even saw my mother’s face somewhere

Amongst the green

-

Your roots upturned the earth

As you waded through the falling leaves,

You no longer spoke;

You only moved -

As though fate pulled you closer and closer 

Towards your destination

On a thread of gossamer 

-

I floated in your path

Towards some sordid grove -

I allowed my corpse to float to a stone table 

As you began the ritual

I saw animals cheering

As you ripped open my stomach

And burned my organs in the name of your God

I watched them scorch black, while the sky turned denim

-

But as you reached out for my heart

You wretched,

Cowered in fear.

You squealed and sank into the ground,

Sealed there to rot 

As I lay on that stone table

The animals gnawing on my kidneys,

And my bladder,

My Intestines lay tangled a few metres from me,

My lungs - punctured - a few metres more

But my heart remained - untouched –