A ****** of birds,
crows perching;
serpent slithering, swerves;
worms turning the dirt.

Working up the nerve at first,
fervently burst
from the earth,
surfacing through turf-
the birth of a person
occurring virginous,
nature versus nurture
emerged.

Words, verbs,
and terms heard
become verses earned;
sermons for internal clergy,
pertinent versions of our
self-virtuousness
unfettered and perverse.

Our perfect sureness disturbed
by learning hurt;
mercilessly surgical,
wounds nursed,
suturing severed mirth
leaving nerves astir.

No longer impervious,
a servant to
this awkward burden
and absurd turbulence,
I stand sturdy and firm but
impureness the curse, I must purge;
lurching as I traverse the curves
of this circle in
recurrent purpose, further;
trying to revert
back to where we were.

But tempered in
the furnace, immersed,
unable to curb my thirst
when third degree burns
urgently incur worse;
such pains aplenty
and diverse,
worries certain
as fate concurs.

Afterwards a blur
of what my composure
diverted, detered,
survived, and conquered,
but nothing left
which to refer;
just a fading dirge
and ashes filling urn.