Grass-Fed

Goblin green grapes
Stupor like weapons.

Round bullets birthed
From God’s hand.

The lobster protrudes.
The unsaid vow of love braves the sea.

I will never see the light of day.
Swallowed by whales, I seek

Swift ejection.
Grass-fed music splinters

The soupy silence.
The mystic purple figs drag

The truth from me.
I am hollow now.