The beginning threw up with the end,
I died… For millennia
I lay – sun dried
Stone, and when embraced again
By life, in a moment I fell once more.
Dead - I was the virus of a plague,
Plants, which were digested
By ruminants. An eternity of bloody
Contemplation flows in times
Before flogged by all forms of death
I was trapped in the human heel,
entangled in a web of senses.
This is we: Fallen Angels,
Cutlet pregnant with bestiality,
Programmed, blind bees
serving the tyrant of helplessness.
Enough of exhausted aversion,
Forced, eternally tripping,
Enough of colourful deaths,
I long to live again… and never return!