Soak raw flesh in blood,
florid and fresh.
Wrap in skin,
Soft and thin.
Kindle a fire,
to simmer a potion
of one part thunder, roaring with spite
and two parts deep blue, midnight.
Label: use on bleak days.
Scout the woods for sunshine,
Radiating golden warmth
The way a crackling wood fire does
On a chilly November night.
Ensure its just the right warm and bright
For cheeky chuckles and cosy snuggles.
Label: use on better days.
Dig tunnels deep into the sunken earth
Extract metal – lustrous, sturdy and resilient
Mould to arm against inevitable
Heartbreak
Failure
And
Deceit.
Collect salty water
From shimmering, endless oceans
To make tears fall from eyeballs
And use each grain of sand,
Carefully toasted in sunlight
to later decorate.
mix it all together.
Coat the flesh,
And give an hour so
To let it all seep and rest.
Finally, electrify to life.
Welcome, human.
