You are becoming your own beast

You are becoming your own beast
you become deeply engrossed in your own
intestines, rip out your eyes
and pile your fingers under the ribcage.

you are digging for your own
telltale heart – pouring bone flour
in the gear of this mechanical engine.

It is but useless tubes
pumps and cogwheels
over which is gushing slowly
semifluid red machine oil.

And when you finally
hold your shadowy heart
in your hands –
slash it with all the dolor
lay it down on the iron ground of your cage
and let stones,
that once fell from the traitor heart,
dash down on it.

Decamp your ribcage
break your labor shovels and your teeth
Dismember your walk-device and
rip out your spine

Pour
flour
made
of
bones
into
the
adamantine
gear.