Genetic Screams

Two hands……
Only two hands……
But how they choke a thirsting spirit

Two hands……
His two hands……
Moulded onto the body of a walking furnace

He has come back!
Born again in an open palm
Where two raging seas
Stare down
Down at the objects
that link him
To Him

Escape!
Run through the barricaded wind!
Chase salvations rope

Reach for it!
With hands that mock
The surfacing fears

He is forever there
Dangling by his side.
Leading him back
Back to the den
that gently cradles
the choking years