Scribe the circle with

prick

then proceed to
binding
holding fast
and diminishing

pencil dick

indulge your muddy rage with a pause in the proceedings and say

you fuck

before moving grandly into
deeper swamp
and casting transformation with

bitch

and

cunt

This is where we move widdershins
into ancestry and shapeshift
toward

son of a bitch

prepare the newly minimal animal
for sacrifice
through

cocksucker

o and then
pronounce

motherfucker

again and again
dagger handle warm
fangs ripping through to the meat of this

motherfucker

as dark as

damn you to hell

in a patriarch’s mouth

we become
ancient again
as we casually
slap the death spells
on our easy and inadvertent adversaries
in traffic
or in line at daily meetings

motherfucker
cocksucker
son of a bitch
you cunt
bitch
you prick
pencil dick
damn you to hell

in the dark silt
under these words
under our nails
and on our filthy teeth

in the glaze of them
robe ourselves as priests
conjuring horrors
to be slung like darts of dim altar light

ignorant of powers
we have cheapened and denied

that are no less deadly
for the frequency of use

they hang like grease
in the air
we then
must breathe