gifts

Creation blooms a birth right weans itself
from the supple river of milk running down the center
of a sacred world intonation;

Progression bursts like sticky fruit
and slops the world with messy spurts
from a bleeding wound;

swinging reckless tearing hold on the short rough hairs
of Anger's rage,
with feet gripping place in the fat skin's fold,
a bloodcurdling screams past the ancient green mold
around the ears to the brain
and then it explodes!