BULLET TO THE HEAD

White is tagged clean cos it lacks a stain,
If Eve didn’t eat, we’ll be naked?
Left or right, which hand is good?
Death or birth, which comes first?
Knit neat your wrong tongue,
Hungry water, no thirst,
Axe and betrayal to wood,
Rove your mind to land that’s sacred,
Deep shallow thoughts should make eyes to rain.

Bridle your shackled tongue, dear black child,
Appease gods or praises to God,
There’s more to know if you ask,
These confusing myths are
Rouns and lost answers.
Leave your mind a true scar,
Cover fears with a blind mask,
Trust in the “even in the odd.”
Shoot yourself in the leg, choose your wild

Wildkhard [TA]