shaft pierced in, splintered fractures;
tunnels elf-shot from this open exit
run rivulets, waves, crushing ebbs
through bloodlines, broken, all-through me.

digging nails of splinter fragments
cutting all one thought would be,
ripping rivers all-through parting
life-embedded family tree;

roots, stuck in blood and working skin
moving muscle, parting distance,
blurring lines of friend to kin.

recompenitence, feeling owed,
feel roots split rivers;
felt a crack of soul.
this revolt holds no resolution,
no disputation, word nor cause…
shocked one out in so much shrapnel;
left me
mostly scattered, scarred
left-over parts
beyond recognition,
all a mess
of broken flesh and hearts.

bruised, infected, piece of lance
piecing apart my eye, my brains
scrambled up now, good and proper
only now a hollow stays.

//I’ll King Henry it i guess, and be
a Lion; burning pridefully,
only stream distain...
bloody, ruddy, fractured four-point
-star, as once a’fore, a’far,
must come as me again//