Drown Gently, My Daughters

Vallis lacrimarum — traumdeutung afrown
You’re in a penny, I’m in for the ground
A theothanatologist, I’m flailing at the bit
But vocatus atque non vocatus, deus aderit
God damned
Broke my ankles twisting from poisoned snares of hours
Now lame, I find nirvana is suicide for cowards
Broke four hundred million knuckles
For four hundred thousand years
Banging at the sun door drenched in Viracocha’s tears
God damned
I lost my feet climbing down to hell, and up I fell
I tossed the coin that cracked and drained the wishing well
So soaked in my ablutions I’ve begun to rot
I stepped from Lethe garlanded in forget-me-nots
A shadow scried askance the cave
O’er flick’ring silhouette he’d made
And placing head betwixt his legs
Thus sank into the floor again
Should I beproove all which I fear
Mere Golem made of mud and tears
At least one certainty to light
The Calvinist, certainly right
The tongue grows fat with choler, it slithers over teeth
Stained black with her saliva: my bankrupt piety
Whipped the ocean to a pillar and damned it with my name
But soon enough the drowned will claw their blanket back again
God damn…
I lost my feet climbing down to hell, and up I fell
I tossed the coin that cracked and drained the wishing well
So soaked in my ablutions I’ve begun to rot
I stepped from Lethe garlanded in forget-me-nots
Trapped with killers so crooked, I hereby lay down my guns
Drown gently my daughters, soft strangle my sons
For no parley b’tween them that dream in different tongues
The Bennu-bird in the chapel, the satyr among nuns
I lost my feet climbing down to hell, and up I fell
I tossed the coin that cracked and drained the wishing well
So soaked in my ablutions I’ve begun to rot
I stepped from Lethe garlanded in forget-me-nots
The nipples sallow, the blood retreats, a startled face
And nature’s made a thief of me yet once again
I stretch repentant hands towards a cracked mirage
My fingers splay their grease across the looking glass