Mercy

Seek to tame the devil,
Shear his horns,
Cull his breed with a gelding knife
A mute enemy made servant
This was my mercy

Witness the marks, the scarred skull
The imprinted darkness
Reflected in that dead eye
That sly eye, mirrored by you
Your bastard secret

Unashamed your shame smiles
Curls the lip at my pride
Your passion made flesh
A cuckoo in the nest
To be disposed of – soon

No angel touched you, your fall
Pre-biblical, no cover story
To free you from your cross
Your penance, this portrait
Of an unwanted child