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Symphysiotomy

It has to hurt first.
Be safe, they say. Watch yourself.
It’s not like it thirsts for blood,
but it may as well- the way it does.
Carelessly consuming everything you feed it,
anything in between,
whatever remains in the afterglow.
Let go, they say, that’s all you need do.
Sure, it’s not like it thirsts for blood,
but it sure knows where to find it.

You need two hands just to wake it,
the persistence to prime it,
the courage to face it after all the warnings.
You need two deep breaths,
and a moment of silence before you begin.

It cries out like a banshee of chain and gears,
louder than reassurance,
but trust, you need only let go
and it all stops;
the whaling,
the violence.
Though in order to know anythings gone wrong,
it has to hurt first.

Abracadabra

Let me be a magicians hat,
where a white gloved hand enters
but never comes back;
the rabbit inside, dressed
skinned and limp to the touch,
revealed in shades of violence
that would cause a rose to blush.

The future I am, destroying him completely;
dismantling rationality,
sending that bloodied hand back in –
desperately.
Grasping at anything;
a string of flags in procession endlessly,
uncomfortably damp,
or a bundle of flowers
covered in what should have been rabbit.

No matter what he pulls out
the audience can give only horror
while I, the hat, tossed aside;
the only magic inside unwelcome,
broken and exhausted
from years of giving more than expected.

The crowd will stand,
slowly at first –
but quickly growing to a tidal force,
crashing against the exits
while this magicians hat rocks back and forth
mouth agape, unaware of what goodness is.

Let me be a magicians hat
perform this last trick and find peace.