Maniac

Laying in the fields i set

many careless words adrift.

whispering to myself and Beth

girl in me whom makes the rift.

Shall we slice his heart to bleed?

Might we from it him then feed?

Pleasured laughter fill my cup

snow starts falling - we sit up

Feeling something under our hand

snatch it up and bite it to make it calm

feel the hair and smell the earth

spit out a tiny field-mouse into our palm

could this be a gift for my love

shall we feed him this pet instead?

Jump up running to where he lay

Motionless as too the dead

bound in ropes, branches held by chain

nest and sanctuary for our dual pain

dirty fingers feeding and he pulls me inside close

kiss to share my lunch, my love, darling morose

laying in the fields we set

many careless words adrift.

whispering to myself and Seth

love of my life, whom my craze lift...