Panorama from the Mountains to the City

a woman’s lies
naked, strangled
cum, shit, blood
from cunt to ankle
hair entwined
in bracken tangled
limbs assigned unnatural angles
her red hair
in the black earth
of the blue mountains
alone
on a cold night

The Four Humors

the curdled blood in the mother’s milk
the bilious cyst
putrescent phlegm
the scar upon the newborn’s skin
the shadow on the heart
bring darkness down
where none exists
place pennies in its eyes

cut the cord and relieve us from this weight of sin
forgiveness in a shallow grave
a pauper’s gift
a damp tomb
freedom from this turgid guilt
this weight within

burn and oxidise the chrysalis
crush its papery skin
and spread the weightless ashes on the wind