Cut the animal

 Words cut this page open
They are the very blood hitting your eyes
they are red and staining your eyesight
ridiculing death and injuring themselves into existance

The source of all pain is your heart
these words tickle the veins
that blood always trying to surface to the skin
To the paper of the page like wayward inconvenient words

These words cut I swear they are rude and destructive
disappointing you of structure and comfort
smashing open your illusions of grand lifestyles
just to reveal the master we refuse to bow to

The human clay being formed
Each year a dagger wound
A few million words to convince us 
to send a few bricks to the tower of bable
a few righteous words to the bible

How arrogant are my digiting fingers to declare
They have the power to transcend this page
To nestle up there in your current mind
still bleeding all over you

Will you stitch them up?
seek comfort in the world of cushion and neon image
mute into some screen 
administiring relief and entertainment
Life is a sword cutting into you

Cutting from this page
As each comfort tires your purpose on earth
As each manipulation positions you 
Onto a padded conveyor belt factory grey
A thousand zoos, choose your cage