About Hemlock (a poem)
« I will go through the woods
Eating dirt and datura/
I will walk amongst the pines
Leaving my skin sheddings behind/
I will build myself a castle of bones/
A temple of tears /
Mighty Hekate look upon my path
Through thee I am master of my life/
Many deaths I died before
Shattering my soul and bones
Again and again. /
I will die again, and
From my decaying corpse
Shall grow a tall Hemlock
Turning my flesh into poison. /
Do not dare caress my hair
Now turned into white flowers
Neither kiss my neck,
Turned into a deep green foliage
Only the Sun can touch
And still live. »











