Tag Archives: Furies

The Kindly Ones, Thou False Oaf

i.

The kindly ones await you
with furious patience

graciously weep for you
tears of blood

rivulets of corrosion
gnawed into their cheeks.

Brushing the snakes
out of their eyes

they pull tight
the twitch and flex of leather

of wing
of scourge

pull tight
raw hide weave

on the shining
bronze
studs.

ii.

The wrathful lordosis
of flanks

blacker than black
unvexed nightmares

thighs unmoved
but not slow

banks
of low coals

snatches of pale fire
gelid coils

of unhymned lightning
the terrible

swift soar
and lash

too kind to be kith
cold to be kin

implicates
the infold
of cruel fates

infer below thou
false oaf.