CAULDRON, SMOLDERING

A seer sees 

a series of seas 

he's seen since he seated him 

self at the seeing table to season 

seared seaweed ceaselessly since he 

insisted his sister said certain significant 

systems seemed sinister to her. After asking her 

Alice automatically answered at an astronomically 

advanced abstraction an affecting aesthetic he'd never 

even heard about before. Really he said

Yes you yammer and yap and yawn all the time while I 

warn you we're wasting away here when we're wanted 

for weeding out whatever was in our way. The manner 

in which he stared at her could have filled a silver plate 

up to the rim with warm drool from the moon.

Ew she said, why are you looking at me like that 

I want to eat you he whispered. You mean to make 

a meal of me she seethed. That is exactly what I mean 

he snicker hissed. She got undressed and splayed her 

what he paid for. An intimate relation with another 

member of the human family.

Wham blam the trick is dead 

Get an executioner if you want 

to get ahead. Beat a batch of butter 

balling in the bed. Raise em praise em 

might not phase em but they'll graduate 

to hate well fed, well said, until we're all 

quite dead, go ahead, tell you what, why don't 

you instead, do a good deed, and take the lead

I think it can be agreed, what we feed consumes 
us and may assume our identities too

So please realize we have eaten our father 

and passed him on as waste for the process

why yes he would be elated to find he was fated 

to play the next role in his decomposition to help 

fund raise the growth of the land which the hand 

understands was handed hand in hand on a grand 

scale to apprehend or wrap your head around 

before you were found down town drowned 

in a crown and worn upside down with you 

bloodless and hung up from the ground 

held up dry and bound whether to 

wither away altogether or wander 

on the wind one must wonder

so the seer shook his head 

and took himself to bed 

to rid his mind of the 

reddening sight and 

what did he find in 

the middle of the 

night but a dream 

of a red river running 

through his head whispering  

after all nothing true may be said.