I Am Ire

I Am Ire - The Badger King

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