[The Debtor]

1. Into the fresh compression of the debt

The daily intake of warm weeping

Creates a space around another tree

Here, the Father

Soaks the screams

Of his own effigy

And our flesh

Grafts into spirit

2. In these spaces

The soul divides and dies

Even before the body

To restore it

The heart must be entwined in thorns

A callback

Home

3. Once the debt is paid

The purged parts rush

Into the soil to become

50 cadavers worth

Of godliness,

their Father's semen

But the price of ownership is higher now

That deed and name are inevitably sundered

And as the body dies, this debt is passed

To another The one who subsumes all debts

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Bio generated while in the hospital at ECMC