Passing Dark, #78 by Kris @ EcclesiastesOneTen
HeHe, boot-footed stomper on the wrinkle-skin grapes of life,
crusher of the war-wounded, the wanting, the wasted,
waster of the weak, waning moon falling upon the planets,
again and again.
He, stick-poker of the corpse, pryer of the cliff-finger, hangnail
bleeding upon the digits, blood-slick floor slipping the rescuer, ladder-
lurch and ladder-break, breaking like the body of Christ between
He, unforgiving unkillable messenger who letter-bludgeons receiver,
paper cut from the Bible, ink-stain on skin that cannot be washed,
wet glue-tongue sealing hate-mail, mailman slot-stuffing payment
stamped: return to sender.
He, pain-reliever of the unrelenting pain, merciful brainer of the deck-fish,
aspirin of answer-askers, of the ankle-sprain lonesome, the rot-tooth agony,
agony-ender and puller of the end-plug that should have been pulled
long, long, ago.
He, right-handed inevitable, He, seven-armed fury, He, world-destroyer,
flesh-feaster, scent-follower, fox-hound, heron-beak, clock-breaker,
brick-maker, swamp-muck, tree-shade, shadow of the shadow. He,
Robin plucking worms from thawing grave-soil each morning before dawn.