I Am Ire Testo

Warped
rotting like boards, under
the house
where the water crawls and shudders
the walls,
groaning, pregnant, fetid with heat
fetid with heat
And the madness
of the dark swelling
with rage swelling with rage

I am Wrath, I am Ire,
I would like to squeeze your rotten flesh until you burst, the violence purged
flower grows from the wreckage that was you...

vines twine about your skull
the birds build clean homes
the birds build clean homes in your jaw
unhinged, you are harmless
unhinged, you are harmless