On Sin In proper time In shadows Outline the shape Of human monsters So as to leave no distinct traces Leave vacancies in the body Separate the soft parts As a dog does Feeling awakened To tinge its teeth with blood We hold a festival For our conversion Into killers Or accomplices Escorting force The nature of drift Of the wind, the tongue To hiss The distance At which my voice may be heard To arrange In the form of a labyrinth Names of things Far-reaching Turned to stone A pilgrim pursuing Divine luster In the binding of a lamb Charred offering Purificatory rite Lead forth Guide them To the taker’s use Which engraces Nourishes or rears
About the Author: Alexander Perez began writing and publishing poetry in 2022 at age forty-eight. He has a chapbook coming out and hopes to publish a full collection soon. Alexander is an Albany, NY native and currently lives with his longtime partner James. Come visit him for more poetry: perezpoetrystudio.com.
Image Credit: Edvard Munch “The Sun” (1910-1912) Public domain image courtesy of Artvee
As It Ought To Be 