Fault

You pull my fetid body through the plains

a rope choking

dutifully I watch you

pluck out my right eye

replace it with your left I watch you

ladle leeches into your socket I watch you

dance a convoluted dance

as they huff infection I watch you

swallow a warbler whole I can hear her

weeping in your gullet you do not care

to bury me so I will write

my name in intestine at your toes

and I will kiss my mud-caked flesh

as it repels from my bones

derma petals blooming from my throat

you are no idol but I am always

I am always a rose