Small broken catalogued bones in a plastic bag
Found amongst the long weeds
Maybe that dark creature from a half foggy dream installed them there for me to find
I do recall it speaking in swiss German
Or maybe it was a dumb version of Arabic
Documenting incest, observing parental fetishism
Writing in a papyrus tome using what appeared to be a shredded front leg of an animal
Blood as ink
Mortal remains immortal in technique only
Muscular fatigue, disappearing limbs
Immense personal disappointment
Not being able to fight it or shrug it off into timeless space
Whatever is was, it haunts me
Like a goblin
Like a skull on a stick
Like a malformed tree wet with slime
Next to crooked grave stones on a moonlit hill
The shadowed fiend drives his flesh quill into the frozen ground
Releasing fields and fields of green insects
Hovering at eye level
Then gathering to take what's rightfully theirs
Eyes alight with perverse amber hostility
