The Hook

The Hook Raw fingers. The earth parts like a mouth. Among the worms... That gleaming hook. The storm is a god. It has black teeth. I walk its throat. I do not flinch. The weight of the iron... pulls the sky down! Deep in the marrow... where the silence is found! Hold to the hook! Let the light drown! Morning breaks. A bruised fruit. The truth is out. It feeds on my bones. It’s not the catch... It’s the pull. It’s not the void... It’s the fall. The weight of the iron... pulls the sky down! Deep in the marrow... where the silence is found! Hold to the hook! Let the light drown! The hook... the hook...