Fault [3]

His touch slips I cling With neither fingers nor limbs But the heart grips Silent scream And bile alike rise up In the throat a scorching Which tears cannot quench The frenzied dance does not Stop I cannot breathe Cannot

And all around not mustard trees But barren figs Dancing, toss in cruel wind A circle, they form A cage Two pairs of fiery red eyes burn And set the trees aflame Angry crackles and flaming branches Scorch my cheeks as I whirl and leap In his eyes I catch That wretched reflection of mine The pretty face had no eyes or ears Nor hair, a heavy lump of clay But just a mouth a gaping split The tongue not tame but serpentine Hissing, spitting While a heart Hard as rock, not beating but cracking

And God looks down with furious eyes But I can not see Him

The man is gone The rock-hard heart is gone And I lay, panting My body parts dismembered No longer new but merely blood-stained shadows Disarrayed about the floor And yet I feel their whispers their glares Your fault. Your fault.