Salt Burns

Mystical poem written February 2, 2026.

1.
I wept,
You offered,
To dry my tears,
But they were fire

Welling up,
And revealing,
An inferno,
Of spitting steam

My motives,
Are peeled away,
Made meaningless,
Unwoven

In the realization,
Of the horrors,
I am to wreak,
Upon the world

2.
“We do whatever it takes”,
“To get the job done”,
“The mission comes first”,
“Always and forever”

It sounds so noble,
That it brings a tear to my eye,
And a lump to my throat,
Every time I say it

But it is monstrosity,
A recipe for endless pain,
Written by a man,
Who was killed by his loyalties

Used up and thrown away,
Abandoned and lonely,
Craving one last mission,
To make him real again

3.
We need an army,
To fight the war,
We need a fated magick,
To seek the Road To Dawn

I don’t have a better answer,
But I am a weapon,
Pointed by a stern and dread mother,
At the heart of the world

A drastic solution dreamt up,
By that ancient goddess,
Who held all existence hostage,
To rescue Her lost child

Where once there was a Long Winter,
Now there is a Long Night,
And just like the first time,
We’re locked in for the duration

Art: Pablo Picasso, “The Weeping Woman”, (1937)