Staying grace

Prowling the hills
solitary we hunt
for sustenance
we scour the earth

Finding the kill
that pertinent fill
but rooting for pain
we’re just hungry again

Rip it to shreds
mouth dripping with blood
Come up for air, for
we have nothing to fear

Can you survive the stream
Of the blood that flows
Can you rip it to shreds
Will you break bread with me


Will you wear the warm pelt
as we worship the sun
And peacefully slumber
once the feasting is done

Can the warmth of our flesh
thaw the raw of our souls
Can the depth of our truths
quench us, hungry carnivores


As they lay in the dirt
our hearts beating aloud
The pokes and laughter rise from
the finger pointing crowd

Can you swim up the stream
Of the blood that flows?
Can you rip it to shreds?
Won't you break bread with me?

It's a new day. It always is. There is always the opportunity to forget, move on, go back, do it again, do it better, be with it, forgive yourself, forgive someone else, make things right, make them better. Die as many times as you need to. Resurrection, reincarnation, salvation and the likes are our choices in every awake and aware minute. Stop starving yourself. Feast!