Kneel Thy Poet

Scape thy words, deep dire depth, even more deeper.

Trump-thump, war-wrath, dire cry, to nail barren isolation.

Dig thy knees, scrape-wailing-tears, Earth solemn - bare naked.

Skeletal broken-down key, bleached inside-out, mend lost scars.

Tended worn, outside torn tight, twisted tighter, heartbeats cry.

Write thy soul’s flame, adrift lava flows, feeding acidic run-on lines.

Pour thy innards, twining thy vine, fine P string, taunt tuned might.

Kneel, deep dive depth, rake thy poet’s recess chokehold crevasse.

Crack open shell’s neigh, with thy Night Mare scream, dew slip stream.

Seep veins, do thunder aloud to quake alive thy Night - Kneel Thy Poet.