I walked to the edge of a cliff
looking down I saw a mass of corpses
bodies lying on top of one another
ears in elbows, mouths in arms
Thousands upon thousands of Jagged faces
warped with decay
I knew not to cry
or I too would be in that
Same pile of silvery tissue
My fathers Eyes, My Mothers womb
The morning was cold, I reached into my jacket
And pulled out my flask, guzzling like a cowboy
I set out to find them
Praying between the mouthfuls of whiskey
For the strength needed to carry on
I finished the descent with little hardship
and began what seemed to be an endless search
Holding my breath every second I was able
I made my way through the landscape of corpses
Trying my best to ignore the faces
To forget about the people
I was trudging through
When I found him he was smiling
Mocking my resistance to what he understood as inevitable
His eyes were covered in a yellow film making them unrecognizable
But I knew it was him, by his pronounced forehead and receding line
Two of the traits he had bestowed upon me
I reached for my knife and went to work
With my knees on his hip I drove the dagger
Deep into his chest
Pools of thick black liquid formed around the wound
Making it difficult to find what I was looking for
as I moved gelatin like globs away from the entrance
I saw the head of a tiny figure
It was the face of a child
His One lifeless eye, left open
seemed to stare directly into me
I saw in that crystalized raison a million
Unwon affections and innoscent passions layed to rest
His half parted lips told me stories not yet realized
Of ghost in waiting and the restless spirits within
Bellowing through the chambers of the soul for freedom
Or nothing
A deep breath and 1,2,3
I turned my blade toward the one remaining eye and began to dig
In a moment the organ was in my palm
Oozing out its eternal torture of axle grease and babies milk
I quickly put it to the back of my throat and swallowed