Guilt and Control

Carry these boulders on each arm

Drunkenly down the path

To the feet of the majestic oak

Where shelter and alms

You are desperately seeking from

Trampling over lichens and moss, a careless sacrifice 

Like a fool that you are, oblivious to their providence

Or worse, your unmerited good fortune

You reckon the stony weight

Is a marble temple payment

You think collecting pain that belongs to others

To clothe your cheating heart

Will be your amulet, your passing grade

Yet pretending, afraid and empty

She is beating blue bile instead of warm blood 

You are only cast to be counting the billions of beats 

Until deliverance is to be felled unceremoniously like

The shorn hair of a lion’s main,

A golden heap to the feet of the goddess

For Midas’s curse on you

Is Zoe herself betrayed