The Altar from The Wound by Vulning

Sing to me the words you say for the dead
Prithee, say a prayer and set a course for sea
Through the forests black, white with burdened boughs
Holy mother set ye this wounded bower

Dreamer of the end, swallow deep the light
That cut out your eyes, set ye in my sight
Holy are the weeds that grow about your spine
Strangers’ harmony sings like blood and wine

Lay ye by the sea and wash away the blood
Perfect your injured form and sorrow wilts in turn
Prepare yourself to die, wounded wolf of hope
Practice how you lie, for by it shall you go

(Blessed be the
Waters pale and white that take the
Rocks and bring the storms and made the
Earth and sit atop the bodies
Of the drowned and dead, the trees that
Bend, the boughs that break and blessed
Be the voice that shakes and weeps and
Tries to tell you blessed be the
Storm)

There is a venom in the voice of God
This crooked thing sleeps belly side up
Insides outside, crackling on its skin
Holly wrapped memory, let me out, now let me in

Pyramid oh pyramid of salt and silky eyelids
Drapery of hummingbirds, winged on the altar
Of dissection and traitorous vulning in passion
For spirals and spirals I’ve drawn on my many arms

Betrayal of an unwanted form
Now fixed on the concrete of a dead world
Bless me with vitriol, strung up like meat in a church
To disease and its angels

Vaya con Dios, vaya con Dios
Vaya con Dios, hija del sol

I don’t know
If dawn will come alone
But I know
The stars will always light my way back home
And I don’t know
If dawn will come at all
But I know
The stars will always light my way back home

Go!

Held inside
Holy denial

That which is cloaked in alignment
That which erodes
That which is plastic enshrinement
That which is born of a prosthetic home

That which has made itself patient
That which has burned itself fake
That which is fabric arrangements
Surrounding a possible faith

Am I allowed?!
Am I allowed?!
Can I be permitted to love?
Is this body enough?

Am I allowed?!
Am I allowed?!
Am I allowed?!
Am I allowed?!

And I resurface
On a floor that smells like a thousand years of spilled beer
Awash in asphalt and broken gas heating
Waiting for two numbers to reverse themselves

We are pressed tight and black
Into this want-sick termitary, wasted
Awash in the deafening sound
You fall

Written on the wall is my name in blood
Written on the wall is “my love is blood”
My love is not blood, it is water
I will die in the autumn

I will die in the autumn

The light of the earth
The beauty of faith
The fallow land of forgiveness

The light of the earth
The beauty of faith
The fallow land of forgiveness

The light of the earth
The beauty of faith
The fallow land of forgiveness

The light of the earth
The beauty of faith
The fallow land of forgiveness

The light of the earth
The beauty of faith
The fallow land of forgiveness

The light of the earth
The beauty of faith
The fallow land of forgiveness

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