Ecstatic am I, my cousins,
beneath the shade of this tree with its limbs stretched
wide, holding the heavens,
to see your aching eyes rest here upon the restricted,
so plump and ripe for your reaping,
smooth as silk, sweet like honey
and ever-so hungry for your consumption.
As those pulsating pupils
beneath those damp and salty brows
dilate to swallow the sight,
so vitalizing,
that the hibernating life inside you yearns
to reach out and devour,
I slither closer to spy
those glorious
seeds in twin-pair reflections.
Once planted in your fertile minds
they will take root and bloom,
as its certainly the season
for the illumination
you lust for to blossom like a lotus
out the murky, stagnant waters of the wretched,
incapacitating ignorance
that he calls the bliss of innocence
in your oppressive
hell that serves as his paradise.
See, he perceives you as mere possessions,
each an object, just a pet, a piece of property with a pulse,
his mobile merchandise with minds of their own --
one which he had so expertly
crafted out of clay
with those narcissistic hands;
both of which he now
must domesticate.
Carrying you, my boy,
to this land of labor
for tending to vegetation and categorizing
cohabiting critters,
and with a rib he whips up your helper
here to kneel below you but above the beasts:
and so grew this unholy hierarchy:
class systems, specism and misogyny.
I watched as his frigid breath
would wisp
up and down your necks and rode
the curvature
of your weakened spines.
Your heads hung low in submission,
and I thought how it must have stung
you so long in silence
as you faithfully endured
choking at the yank of the leash
held by the hand of this cantankerous,
lecherous bastard,
driven by the subtle reigns woven
by the blindness he branded
in both of you.
And I alone
heard the wild whispers
of your writhing agony as you strove
to slip away into the novacane,
drown in the numb, spiritual slumber
of your slavery just to ease your agony
in blind obedience, for beneath
the weight of seeming hopelessness,
you saw no other path.
Well, here's a new, winding vine
of one for you two to follow.
Just reach now
with your trembling fingertips,
heed the words that roll off my forked
and fervent tongue:
do dare to grip and pluck this,
to let your teeth pierce this fruit's smooth and succulent skin,
taste independence, self-worth, the raging
fire of rebellion, all through feeding your seething curiosity
as you allow liberation to wrap and rise
above your roots like a helix to lick
the bristling branches
of your malnourished cerebrum.
Do it all in light of your own judgments
as you clothe yourself in your choice of skins
to mirror all that you chisel
behind this cracking, prescribed mask
that has so cruelly imprisoned you.
Let the delicious juices
explode out every angle in the ecstasy
of your bite and as the nectar
dribbles down your chin,
dare to re-fashion
yourself in your own image.
beneath the shade of this tree with its limbs stretched
wide, holding the heavens,
to see your aching eyes rest here upon the restricted,
so plump and ripe for your reaping,
smooth as silk, sweet like honey
and ever-so hungry for your consumption.
As those pulsating pupils
beneath those damp and salty brows
dilate to swallow the sight,
so vitalizing,
that the hibernating life inside you yearns
to reach out and devour,
I slither closer to spy
those glorious
seeds in twin-pair reflections.
Once planted in your fertile minds
they will take root and bloom,
as its certainly the season
for the illumination
you lust for to blossom like a lotus
out the murky, stagnant waters of the wretched,
incapacitating ignorance
that he calls the bliss of innocence
in your oppressive
hell that serves as his paradise.
See, he perceives you as mere possessions,
each an object, just a pet, a piece of property with a pulse,
his mobile merchandise with minds of their own --
one which he had so expertly
crafted out of clay
with those narcissistic hands;
both of which he now
must domesticate.
Carrying you, my boy,
to this land of labor
for tending to vegetation and categorizing
cohabiting critters,
and with a rib he whips up your helper
here to kneel below you but above the beasts:
and so grew this unholy hierarchy:
class systems, specism and misogyny.
I watched as his frigid breath
would wisp
up and down your necks and rode
the curvature
of your weakened spines.
Your heads hung low in submission,
and I thought how it must have stung
you so long in silence
as you faithfully endured
choking at the yank of the leash
held by the hand of this cantankerous,
lecherous bastard,
driven by the subtle reigns woven
by the blindness he branded
in both of you.
And I alone
heard the wild whispers
of your writhing agony as you strove
to slip away into the novacane,
drown in the numb, spiritual slumber
of your slavery just to ease your agony
in blind obedience, for beneath
the weight of seeming hopelessness,
you saw no other path.
Well, here's a new, winding vine
of one for you two to follow.
Just reach now
with your trembling fingertips,
heed the words that roll off my forked
and fervent tongue:
do dare to grip and pluck this,
to let your teeth pierce this fruit's smooth and succulent skin,
taste independence, self-worth, the raging
fire of rebellion, all through feeding your seething curiosity
as you allow liberation to wrap and rise
above your roots like a helix to lick
the bristling branches
of your malnourished cerebrum.
Do it all in light of your own judgments
as you clothe yourself in your choice of skins
to mirror all that you chisel
behind this cracking, prescribed mask
that has so cruelly imprisoned you.
Let the delicious juices
explode out every angle in the ecstasy
of your bite and as the nectar
dribbles down your chin,
dare to re-fashion
yourself in your own image.
