Respite

A battle waged
no matter to the flesh.
My back it aches
from tumbling weight
cascading in fire
upon my chest a serpent is struck.

Masquerading deviants speak
out of turn at a table that lies
set for two; our creation & destruction a common feast
many of whom do not appreciate it.

Our bodies react
to the pulsating rhythm
feast your eyes
upon another circumcision
hypocrites so ready to deny it.

Only death comes to those that envy it.