Calling me Home I

I walk from my bed to the door.

One foot drags across the floor.

The door laughs at my forced smile as opening it takes me quite a while.

I walk through streets coated with rust.

Eyes in dark corners yearn for a dumb man’s trust.

I see the footprints I leave in the desiccated young returned to the Loam.

I hear the ones in the deep calling me home.

The earth burns and floods all at once.

A titanic hand reaches from between the fault lines to alter our continuance.

We prayed above for the god we knew,

But they did not answer before the ones below gathered us in a far-reaching slough.

They asked for subservience.

They asked for sacrifice.

The ones who did not go insane found paradise.

We killed and we burnt the world to the ground.

We led droves of people to the cataracts to drown.

As our bodies shifted and changed, as the gods invaded our chromosome,

We knelt in knee-deep muck to become one with our home