cradle/graveour true natural statecradle/grave by monsternist
life is an anomaly.
we are meant to be
yet we flail about in this
like a rock is drawn to its place
on the ground
a certain gravity pulls us
towards the end of that
all as it should be.
the earth swallows us
gently strips our bones
because we are food,
we’ve always been nothing
it’s no wonder our
decaying matter causes it
we belong to the worm,
to the inanimate,
to the world’s gut.
our innards, our marrow knows
that all this frenzy to preserve
our fleeting inertia
still we rage, rage against
our place in the family of things.
peers/feardon’t tell me to open up, to join in;peers/fear by monsternist
don’t tell me i’m no fun, killjoy, wet
blanket, spoilsport –
maybe instead consider for a second
(roll the thought from palm to palm,
measure its weight)
that the things that make your body
sing and vibrate with joy and
are the same things that twist the
restless branches of my veins into
knots and drown my brain in
make an earthquake in the bones
of my hands and birth live spiders
in my gut, billions, creeping
upwards and all over
blocking my windpipe.