Ellen Webre
Of Moss and Kerosene
Inspired by Mad Max: Fury Road
I have not mastered the art of compassion
through violence. The only blood I know
is that which weeps through the slit of my undoing.
Here marks a hollow grave
where my blessed un-children, my clots
of garnet wisp an iron river out of this body.
But you, raging to crunch of bone
of cartilage, of fenders in detachment,
the unzipping of skin by carmine blade,
by razor whip of scarlet sand, you
defender of the trembling, Valkyrie
with a dark throat and moth wings,
I know what flecks your knuckles.
Have sucked at the ruin beneath your nails,
a doll on fire, a howling moon. Witness me,
making love to the beastly strength
of your slender wrists, I know you as justice,
my gathering of violets, my silvered mouth.
Oh molotov rebel, kerosene guzzling war boy,
I do not have the tenderness to unleash my rage
like carnivorous moss upon the vile.
I hold nothing but what weeps a miscarriage
of famine, but you are my ever drink of water.
You are the green place of my Vallhalla.
Inspired by Mad Max: Fury Road
I have not mastered the art of compassion
through violence. The only blood I know
is that which weeps through the slit of my undoing.
Here marks a hollow grave
where my blessed un-children, my clots
of garnet wisp an iron river out of this body.
But you, raging to crunch of bone
of cartilage, of fenders in detachment,
the unzipping of skin by carmine blade,
by razor whip of scarlet sand, you
defender of the trembling, Valkyrie
with a dark throat and moth wings,
I know what flecks your knuckles.
Have sucked at the ruin beneath your nails,
a doll on fire, a howling moon. Witness me,
making love to the beastly strength
of your slender wrists, I know you as justice,
my gathering of violets, my silvered mouth.
Oh molotov rebel, kerosene guzzling war boy,
I do not have the tenderness to unleash my rage
like carnivorous moss upon the vile.
I hold nothing but what weeps a miscarriage
of famine, but you are my ever drink of water.
You are the green place of my Vallhalla.
Ellen Webre is a poet and social media specialist for Two Idiots Peddling Poetry and Moon Tide Press. She is a recent graduate of UCI’s Masters in Teaching program, and has a BA in screenwriting from Chapman University. She has been most recently published in Moon Tide Press’ Sh!t Men Say to Me Anthology, DARK INK: A Horror Anthology and Voicemail Poems.