Of you I dreamt a fateful dream
I came across your hollowed, ravaged corpse,
stagnant, floating in a shallow ravine.
Then, by some miracle, I saw the unmistakable
remnants of life!
Water lilies sprouting from
your navel! without seed nor soil amaranths
blossomed, a garden flourished, rooted in your soul!
Then, through a dense covering of fog, I began to
fight my way through the impenetrable copse that
kept me from your side. Through the thorns I ploughed;
clawing through burs and thistles, snagging the shirt off
my back, tearing at my desperate flesh.
Pell-mell, I dove, wading dark, cold waters,
summoning every fiber, outstretching every tendon,
straining every muscle, exhausting every sinew
in effort to reach out a tremulant hand,
palm; empty and sweaty,
praying you would take it.
Once I had pulled you ashore, with the embers of my song,
I proceeded to seer away those leeches and parasites that
had been festering in your open wounds.
Armed with ferric sword and hammer, I assailed upon the
ancient remains of your commercially produced facade,
that damnable, friable temple you had constructed around
yourself to appease fallen, false idols, with bestial passion
and feral blows, I sent it toppling to the ground.
Barehanded, I then dug, inexhaustible,
my flesh bloody and bones raw,
through the rubble: the concrete, dust, dirt, mud, and clay.
Through every harsh layer of stone and earth that had
concealed your shining, subterranean roots.
Gregory Allen Uhan
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