While the guillotine is a very unenglish machine,
there are present fashions of execution. Many
nowadays have learned the common mechanics
of crucifixion in superior Byzantine fashion.
They who always ate in silence, barely cracking
their jaws, seeing the unseeing, untruths told to
hide the darkest places, at midnight come
knocking, where the whip comes down
building fear and loathing into every wall.
Jesus spikes travel through the median nerves,
two breasts rise up from the dirt. The crowd
crane their necks touching the bleeding wound
allowing life to surge forward. My thorny crown
drops on their bloated faces, forever in search of
its rose, a secret for a lover's knowing. Afraid, I
shall slowly morph back into the body of a dead
artist, I sound two notes, falling and rising like
names of lost dogs, but the devil knows I’m lost.
Death seems instantaneous; walking graves
and talking bones, until the light passes
through me, my hair rising with the wind shining
for all. I know this is the living air; a terrible cold
that breaks through my soul. By moon, hecate, witch,
crone and mage, blow winds of anger from my skull,
these bones of rage upon my enemy before me now.
Hex of hate, I fear the evil man more than wild
of beast who cursed my soul with blackest fire.
I, too am never far away bringing darkness over
you in the Shades. With knots of discord that
bring us to our fate, we shall dance on the day
our limbs break free from the spirit. We'll walk
the stairs of seven where you have lost your Christ.
I am the Hierophant preserved forever; the wand
of the most High passes through me, pouring his wine
out for me to drink. I escape death in the labyrinth of
the monstrous Minotaur who pledges hatred. Enduring
sadistic shame, thistles and thorns of the cross, the glory
of the stars come into my heart and I am the winged snake
of light. Sinner look upon me crosswise, for crucified, I am
surer in my wings. Around my golden sky, fiery angels rise
round me day and night to guard the way, pouring dust on
your parasitic paradise, blinding black earth with tears.
Copyright 2008, Alexis Child. All Rights Reserved.
Published in Ten Nails
eBook-Aug. 2008
Featured in The Monsters Next Door
Issue Five-December 15/08
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