BRANDING

BRANDING

My eyes lie to me and my ears are on guard.

Id is the ultimate deceiver who leaves all doors

open for invasion. I believe because I must. I am

the cattleman who does his own branding and

knows what is mine. It is the wolf who guards my

life and the sheep who tears at the flesh with docile

eyes turned upward. Who was it that laid the first

strike of the firebrand upon my hand, within my
flesh?

My Progeny

MY PROGENY

It's been awhile my child since we have conversed.

Long have I left you to rehearse without my tongue

in your ear.

At your side I see the shadow of an other's work

and here I must first cork the beginnings of

this other puppeteer.

My plaything, my vessel, no one or other shall spill

into the one I've corralled and reined for insanity's

distribution.

Almost one when left alone to your own device without

advice which has long been honed  upon an

serpent's absolution.