THE OLDEST OF MONSTERS

Those who come from flesh and bone

Can't exist in more than one place 

But that's the way the story's told

Inconsistencies all get erased

My hands became withered 

My skeleton shivered 

I laid my bones down on the ground

And all of the monsters 

They said I'd concocted

Came crawling and spilling out

They roam lonely places

And liminal spaces

Walking the barren rock lands

They wouldn't believe me  

Like rain, they look through me

The proof buried deep under land 

An old tree cracked opened 

And it started snowing 

Silence fell over the moors

The midsummer birds

Had become my deserters

Stealing the song from the forest 

I go to the clearing

To get my own healing 

When there's a scream deep in my heart

I dance with the ghosts 

Of the ones that I love

From me, they have never been far

They are the healers

My trusted revealers 

When the feeling, I cannot contain

I build up the scream

And the monsters inside

Buried deep, spill out again

The clearing has shown me 

All that's below me

And how to align with the sky 

For I was the haunter

The oldest of monsters

The most terrible thing in the night

I heard the earth screaming 

The ancestors keening

From a hollowed out, broken down tree

Returning the song back to the sky

Releasing, we howled and we screamed 

And all of the monsters

They said I'd concocted 

Have always followed me

From the highest point of the wind-worn cliffs

I scream and they drop to the sea.