Alchemisland

Haughty diver very mindful found upon a bandit’s prying pushing trying

Hider’s hatches. Obvious clasps at reality’s edges,

Evidently installed at highest sanction.

Filling a bath from my open veins,

I am hopelessly quick draining like colour from the face

Of one who wakes to banshee wailing

When their beloved father is ill taken.

A life spent fighting inbred ill-nature, pregnant with repugnance;

Better for creation that at birth I had been sequestered,

Left like chestnuts for pigs for digest.