Lock Up

I’m going to lock it up
I’m going to build walls 
No, sky scrapers 
Im going to surround it with thorns 
And fire will burn all the way around 
I’m going to lock it
Turn the rusty key 
Watch it crumble into rust, dust 
Break and fall away 
Pulverized, into dirt
I’m going to lock it up
I’m going to lock it up 
So deep and jailed in 
With bricks, stacked 
Cemented by hands
Clenched, bones, white hot knuckled 
Red and white, stuffed inside 
Jammed and thrust into seclusion
You’ll never find it, or greet
The soft petals with your touch 
The pink veined and venomed things 
Which would shutter and shirk away
Locked and twisted and bound 
And hidden, smashed into a trunk 
Is that enough? Is that enough? 
I’m going to lock it up 
These angels you’ll never find 
Go on, search with those yellow eyes 
Those blue and hateful cold dead northern eyes
Rheumy with desire and death crusted over
Look and watch it fail in the light 
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up
Watch it fade away into the shard of a memory 
And vanish into the air like a breath
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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