Lent

The sky roars blue
the wind colors on our hair
the ocean wraps its arms
around our aching brains, and
the eyes of millions of desperate
humans rip apart our hearts.

White, furious warmth, you
looked down at us
and began with a pleading overture.
clues to a faded existence
riddled with unclaimed splendor.

Even with the snapping, bellowing
mouth screaming at us to listen,
we tied down our thousand thrashing thoughts
with a schedule.
We were blinded
living in a bombed black world.

Next, furious warmth,
you gave us a meal.
more than we asked for.
But we are ravenous creatures.
We have teeth growing
between the folds of our skin
and we ate.

Yes dear one,
we ate as if we had never
tasted before, our millions of
sensing teeth melting hard into
your crawling, leaping, growing creation.

We filled our stomachs
until they poked out of our bodies
and then we filled between our ribs,
up our throat and out our ears.
Love, the food stopped tasting delicious,
then it stopped tasting good.

Furious warmth,
we slapped your right cheek,
then we slapped your left,
and we screamed a gut wrenching,
throat ripping noise.
Because all we want is for it to
taste delicious again.

And you said quietly,
my beauties, my loves,
Stop Eating.