Cochineal

A poem from 2017

I am an insect and not a man

I’m hanging around in the hot sun

I am not hiding in plain sight

But many don’t know what I truly am

Kiss my lips and take refuge in me

If you crush me, that is part of the plan

I will rise up, an invincible king

I want to forgive, but will not hold back

This is my body, broken for you

This is my blood, extracted for you

This is my blood, to dye your soul

This is my body, to make you whole

I am not for the squeamish

I am not for the vain

I am not for the scoffer

I am not for the mocker

Take me and eat me

We become one

My friend

My lover

My love

Red Hand

A poem from 2017

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If only we could see you now

Lone almighty warrior

Slinging stones

Toppling giants

Leading the way

Confounding the hypocrite

Saving the day

Showing mercy

Slow to anger

Righteous

But no longer holding back

Casting confusion

Shining robes stained red with the blood of the nations

Coming with salvation and reward

Glowing sword in your silver hand

Rescue us!

But here you are

Dying and lying in the woman's arms

Sad soul crying in anguish

Cut off from the land of the barely living

There is no coalition can help us

A coexisting fallacy

Just you and you alone

Action, hero!

Rise up, king!

Save yourself and us!

Red hand and battered body

This is where the story ends?

It cannot be!

Retake your throne

Take your own

We look forward

Quiet shores shimmering

Dawn and daylight

Peace

Same old same old absented

Renewed life

Sans tears

Sans shame

Sans death

Sans pain

Wait a little longer

Rest, dear people, rest