The Fire Pit (the sleepy flesh)

Empty toxic chlorine
gather the wood
here comes
the dream

Seven and a Dozen
kneeling
feasting
breaking bonds
the ancient art is hidden
and here it comes

Burn
the wood split
from nations
and tongue
come

In place horrid dances
tortured for pleasure
emptied seed
not for cents
but love

handled juggled
razor's edge
wandered to close
events to come

tears
of fallen wishes
and wild freedom
golden rings and diamonds
carnal treason
seasons to come

bed of lies the truth
in eyes men succumb
only for a glimpse of passion
hour upon hour
daylight comes

and families
rotten reaping
starving
satiated
forgotten ownership
queens to come

dreams of bon fires
the seven and the dozen
and the One
come.