A BASTARD INKLING

Black hills, black river, black road black-

House, Blackstar.  This is an inkling of

What I make of me?  A smudge on so-

ciety that one day you will see?

Stamp my Black-star my trajectory.

I might not be able to walk but

I’ll stand up on my own two feet.

War and ignorance held me down

For years, now it’s time to get off the streets.

I don’t need that bastard god to tell me what

to do, I’ve got one of my own.  It has raped

and abused this land, placebo effect my home.

The black waters flow under above me

And create aurora-bore-A-list

I don’t come from a bleeding fucking fist.

You can stick your red hand, where

It doesn’t belong. We have been living

In your shadow of your far of shore

For far too fucking long.  Dectera delivered

An afterbirth and we were slain, its time

For reality to feel the pouring rain.

The gae-bolg tore his innards like

A six-inch nailed hurling stick

a punishment attack.

We have killed our own, now it’s time 

to feel the pain, and it hurts like hell!  

This is two thousand and seventeen.

Look forward don’t drift back!