Ode to Animus

Ode to Animus

The Gods know I'd spill the marrow from my bones
and deliver that rancid pound of flesh
to see you safely home
and save us from this creeping death.
I'd split the spalling earth in two,
divide the crust and crack the mantle
to expose the molten core in you,
and discover why I can't hold a
candle,
which burns and turns
like the fuming passion
within my ashen heart.
Come press your head against my
heaving chest.
Can you hear the dirge of restlessness
resonating from my ribcage,
lamenting every subtle echo
of the love that you had staged?
You fed from out my hallowed ruins
and supped upon my emptiness
and lapped up every sacred fluid
that flowed from out my carapace!
You dared strip mine my writhing veins
to weaken the man inside of me
after I revealed to you in shame
every craven, insecure side of me!
Look now upon the face
which you have hewn out of the stone
and savor every bitter taste
as you sit there all alone.