[The Debt Collector]

 [The Debt Collector]

1. A debt collector buried his heart

In the backyard of the family home

-The one he went into debt for

-The one he still pays on

-The place he watched his children grow

Until they turned on him

Along with Her

Fumigated his influence

Drove his soul out of time

With his mind pacing

The trail of his Garden Path

Unzipping his memories

Until nothing but the troubling

Emptiness of loss remains

2. What is owed here

Between the secret drama 

of having eyes 

That never cared

Till he’d poisoned his home

With obligation

Now underwater,

He still maneuvers 

Arguments into play

To see that debt repaid

[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