Nursing from the Mother Wound

My home now thief-swollen, my mind made leaden with enemy songs,

I walk with their weight to heed the confessions of the throng.

Tired wounds endure time's molt and seep through the present's white.

A threshing focus cracks the mirage, bruising truth upon the mist of its light.

Stalwart in darkness, in vigilance, my fellowship decays;

The crippled mule of divine brotherhood brays.

I've donned disdain's burdening mantle.

I've denied the christened bliss.

Confrontation's flames pile upon me,

Whose raging licks facet a jewel of the abyss.

Deeper now, into precious darkness,

To mine pain for its stones of insight.

Mark me with its glowing iron

That shines merciless at the breast of midnight.

The heart must burn with what the mind fails to hold.

My body moves with the memory of the all-animating fire.

Forgiveness will not make of it a quiet martyr,

So let vengeance boil and dispel grace's absolving mire.

Stalwart in darkness, in vigilance, my fellowship decays;

The crippled mule of divine brotherhood brays.

Deeper now, into precious darkness,

To mine pain for its stones of insight.

Mark me with its glowing iron

That shines merciless at the breast of midnight.