Hymn For A Marvelous Doe

Mend the commotion oh marvelous denim doe 

Like protons that have miraculously merged  

Your lake sprites hand out blades and tremble

Now having lost the lupine as the stag emerged 

The burrow twists and transforms into a temple 

Mend the commotion oh marvelous denim doe 

The hanging gardens force us saffron-eyed 

Hearts lined by quartz and pollinated by gold 

Widowmakers mock your status as his bride 

Blackened yet bleached by the rage of coral old 

Mend the commotion oh marvelous denim doe 

Saturate yourself in lavender and buckwheat 

Fertilize his green grave with said fresh mead 

Scent his gilded hooves in vanilla and peat 

Embalm him with stinging nettle and flaxseed

Mend the commotion oh marvelous denim doe 

Behold the wondrous mausoleum and its new symbol

Mimic the lilypads like they have hibernation sickness 

Echolocate reciprocity and kinship under its lintel

Grind skulls into galactic bonemeal to cause paralysis

Mend the commotion oh marvelous denim doe 

Blossoming at strangers like we don’t know how to act

Our undead habits have never been this bold and reckless 

Playing abstract boardgames just to tease the bloodpact  

By smelting and refining our hearts into a singular necklace 

Mend the commotion oh marvelous denim doe 

Engaging out energy within our cadaver stones 

Gluttonous because of the toxins and hormones 

Idyllically indigo like phantom pheromones  

As she ritualistically throws in our own bones 

Mend the commotion oh marvelous denim doe 

Its portal tombs blister and rust pastoral pattern 

Suspending protoforms in unconscious animation 

Propagating through the bogs where the reeds yearn 

As the deer took from the world and created obligation

© Niklen 9/8/26