Hiding from the God within
We've raped ourselves
Staggered bloody through
Our eviscerated lives
Held ritual yard sales
Offering our discarded obsessions
Here in the shadow
Of the flower God
The husk of old honey bee
Self.

I was a drunkard once
Fed whole into my own
Inebriated mouth
I was armed with love once
Self absorbed by children's
Hands
In love with the small
Of women's backs
I was whole
Now ghost limbs
Amputated memories
Haunt me.