Air Prison

The Crow by Damien Hurst, 2009

[The Crow by Damien Hurst, 2009]

Air Prison

             —mickeypamo

Belong to nowhere,

Belong to air,

Your bones and cold flesh

Craving to reach into deep earth,

Longing for its hot centre,

Howling for the suck of earth

Hags with hairs of earth roots

Spit to praise the feet of initiates.

They pull the legs of the deserving dead.

Arms fly to grab the grass, rock, stronghold,

The last gasp of what came before.

Popped underground, under soil,

To dense decay.

These are the deserving ones.

You are not one of them.

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