A Beast of Many Names
“
Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out.” -
Sarah J. Maas
I feel it coming...
There's no cure it seems, I'm counting big numbers to learn to sleep
One million four hundred fifty thousand six hundred and thirty three
It's like I'm herding sheep between me and some lurid beast
I yearn to meet, doorknobs turn and creak followed by hurried feet
Like a luring beacon; I blink and see a flash of surgery
Then heard a beep, stirring deep memories of that recurring dream...
It was February, 2016...
With rhythmic beats of a bleeding heart the real recap starts
What could make three slash marks near my arm and still be at large?
What could take my severed feet in a boat out to sea in parts?
Inevitably to wash up on the shores of Vancouver beach at dark
The injury? It
smarts; My brain's racing a mile a minute
With a smile that mimics that time it took my childhood with it
Savages establish dominion with a patternless vision
That lacks in commitment, like how Patterson-Gimlin's actions were scripted
I slave away like 1865 minus Lincoln
Defining characteristic: The violent kingpin of the white extinction
Hackles up means fur is lifted, no mercy given
Get the picture? Hurry click it; Spur these misfits with a blurry image
Bury the hatchet in dirt we live in, you won't know what's next
Show your steps, breadcrumbs don't always lead to a loaf of bread
Slow injections, how you're getting all our fluid's vile
Mixing up test tubes all while prepping us for human trials
The cries of a stubborn child even
monkey's revile
It foretells my budding arrival but I'm something more primal
Which rivals the insanest orderly taking reported leave
Cordially waking a dormant gene and creating a war machine
Divorce just leads to abusive mothers and deadbeat dads
A lesson that taught me to forever treasure what I never had
Weather maps show our reign in this whole proud nation
We'd confiscate your knowledge base but there's no foundation
You know our strength fixed your stilted broken language
That's why you built rows of cages filled with hopeless Natives
Who were chained tightly on bed posts while laying naked
Scanning X-rays in place supplied a constant dose of radiation
Like nuclear devastation, that mushroom rained down hell
A gun-type uranium bomb that altered mutated cells
A prequel to the stage of feeling lethal and enraged
I'm a beast of many names but so are people when they age
Freed from my restraints, they'll self-destruct like towers soon
These Killers of the Flower Moon spill their guts when the hour's noon
Still in love with power too, feel a stomach growl, now consume
A palate proves spoiled children are dumped when our bowels move
Trauma surgeons who electrocute our hearts 'til they work...
Loot our parks & reserves to make evolution charts in reverse
Escaped hardships to learn the feeble raft's busted
Like my people's cash budget you'll never see a-tax coming
Apes in villages rape and pillage, we set the traps you're stuck in
Fuck mass shooters, our mass incumbent will rip you ass to stomach
The Sasquatch conundrum, rummaging in your trash when hungry
A spastic monkey eating the remnants of a batshit country
Pour gas on luggage, you'll travel light with plastic money
Happy hunting! Eventually all appetites shrink back to nothing...
I wake abruptly, a little bloody, twisted and turned in sheets
I see anarchy in suburban streets, wildfires plus burning trees
'Bigfoot Sighting' across my screen, interviewee getting the third degree
A burly teen turned sex fiend from a well-earned disease
Shoe size now thirt- um, teen, from a growth spurt it seems
I toughed it out, but what's this tuft of hair on my jersey mean?
Onset puberty? The cameras weren't on so I never learned the scene
Yet I heard the screams...
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Didn't I tell you I have a recurring dream?