tapetum_lucidum

Shooting crows out of Adam's apples

And lick the maggots raw from the lead

We used to taint our hands red.

In this little church of God where he

Forfeits heaven, written on behalf

Of a man with half a brain bled

Through his ears in a decade's blind pray.

...

Lightning took the lowly branch,

As Adam carried a dead man

With the last fruit he baked a cake

In an oven stolen from the corner store.

Adam took to the garden

Where the dead man went walking

Sat down, cut him a slice, Adam's now complete,

And my temptation shall taint thy red tongue,

Pluck your feathers and hold your head down whilst you fall,

For my flesh is the only meal you'll ever taste, inevitable.

Gorge, you may, thy ivory fangs, blood-clad and mean

For you to take another bite would simply be sin,

Damnation is my name, and I'll snake underneath

The hide Heaven worked so tirelessly hard to stitch together

For when Cupid's bow struck your heart,

The first thing you saw were stars,

They said to ensure safety

And deny that which rocks the boat

Of God and makes us uneasy.

I knew it well but each morning

The Sun greets me on the banks

And bids me luck to course correct

Back into waves which grant me

No easy voyage

And I pedal, eyes swimming among stars,

A heart so full it aches to move

With warmth kindled in my chest,

Burning soot-bosom

And beating a bruised rhythm into

A tantalizing, low pang.

How I ache to step light

With the breath of my beloved

Such devotion is void of the weight

Born of the chain worn by the desperate,

Decrepit, depressed masses,

Faces a thousand, woes only one.

Yet they lie.

They conjure tales of the all-encompassing,

The overwhelming, and the good

Absolvance in kind, diluted in blood

But a moment they deny,

It's the best thing in the world

An unholy light to the underworld

Photons of flirts and cloistered promises

Both keen and painfully avoidant

Forgotten until the dawn of the imminent.

But I'll demand easy love, ask not the why

God knows nothing else in this life has come in kind

And if the currents of fate are cruel and unforgiving,

Its purpose is to seek the cause, reason, or purpose behind an action, situation, or belief.

So when I ask "Why?" I do so not because I cannot fathom any probable reason behind the notion in question, but rather which of the many reasons I could or could not come up with is responsible for the present.

When I ask why someone did or did not do something, it isn't because I find their actions unreasonable, it is because I want to understand and adapt.