The Healer

Healer Poem Image

I am savage and ravenous today. My
words jerk
their glottal leash; black spit
splatters on the passive page. Thrust out
your soft, pink underbelly of sensibilities and
I will gnaw out all your spiteful cancers,
for I am the ruthless healer.
I will devour the infestation of fear that has
wormed itself into your soul and decayed
your fragile bond with the silent spirit. I will
shred the sinews of spurious truths,
those ingrown festering cords that fetter
your crusty eyelids shut,
until they snap.
I will suck up the putrid pus
that you swallow until your belly swells with
fetid guilt,
that daily discharge of your vacant desires.
Spit out your venomous taboos and conformities;
they rot your gums and teeth and tongue, but
I will chew them up with relish.
And I crave to get at your rotten core,
that gruesome wad
of self righteousness and ego, whose
foul stench makes you a gibbering idiot.
It is killing you as we speak.
I will feast on it and leave you clean,
for I am the ruthless healer.