I, Eucharist

I am become a thing altered
Amidst slums the singer faltered
and fell
Sueño! Sleep at the alter of hell

Trials terrorise our trapper
Rising mist over terraces of Sa Pa
in the North
Witness! Warriors in mouth of gift horse

Risen to raze to ashes
Woeful wizened ways and clashes
of cognition
Arise! Astride in pursuit of mission

I am become a thing converted
Black feathers tell of combustion averted
in ego
To die! To devour to emerge as Wendigo

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