what an honor it is
to be
half barbaric
half divine
animals made in the image, the heart, the strength of God
what a burden
what a reckoning
what a legacy
chosen to be partly of the heavens, partly of the wood
greasy, gritty, holy
licking our bloody chops clean before communion
washing the muck from our white robes; god-beast
can you be wholly anything when you are a half-breed?
i think we have it wrong
we do not have to tame anything
water crushes in waves and cushions your brain
fire comforts and ravages entire cities
divinity is just a different kind of wild
