All paisley-eyed and brickhanded,
A relentless builder.
No less architect than anthill or Daedelus.
i.
Two cycles prior, I hid as minotaur in a great maze.
Bashing labyrinthine skull against a structure,
Less grandiose and more sturdy.
Stark in my purgings;
A beast worshipping a black steel crescent moon,
Curved as horns and blades.
A bloodletting heathen in a city of Abraham.
ii.
I’ve been heaven’s bulldozer;
God’s personal crane and hammer.
iii.
Nowadays, I build.
I build and build and build.
Paisley-eyed, heartshaped.
Slitherthick, slathered honeythoughts and bittersuites.
I would build a thousand cathedrals, one hundred thousand churches, if you would keep me stained red.
Agonizing arches.
I’ll build your house of the tiger,
If you only bless my bed of flowers.
No longer a bed of nails or hammers.