Hircine DNA designs

my sadness and my blithe lips.

River tongue,

organic mind,

biological legs.

 

Soul of granite,

disconnected.

 

In my arms

disjointed

disappointment.

Human shaped void.

 

In my cells,

the blueprint for spunk and war.

The shipwreck crawls up the beach.

The volcano is so ice cold.

Trees creep into the ground.

The sailors have long since drunk their rum,

have devolved into the jungle,

absolved of their central differences.