Between Heaven and Earth
men go on for decades,
with a sickle at hand,
trying to cut through all of the
endless shifting of
flora and fauna in their heads,
and arrive at a clearing
expecting to find a land
free from suffering.
instead, they are met with emptiness,
and the only tool left is rage
which in these times,
is considered to be a
disgrace and inhumane only to be
washed over and shrunk
with the mundane alum of modernity.
but men need to swallow that fury and let it cook everything
it touches on the way down.
what’s left will be a man who no longer needs the womb and is done
fantasizing about the heavens.
He is here, finally.