nameless I

death and malice behold thee, what pains of being are inflicted upon thee, those creatures in the water and the hills continue to watch thee, the wind in thine ears whistle around thee, seven eyes on a goat’s head stare towards thee, the apocrypha and scriptures flow about thee, thine arms and legs tied to the ground beneath thee, what eagles and birds pluck and pull at guts for thee, what fire ravages the eyes in the skull of thee, what scavengers fail to find the body of thee, what lies in the earth between I and thee, what meanings are lost upon thee and vultures circle, hungry, around thee