So be it, then.
Creeping in this slime,
all the better I can see
the bleeding heel of the
animal formed from it.
I have conquered this clay
by means you didn’t dream,
taking on a body
and dwelling here
with them
they seeing me
with sympathetic eyes
listening with ready ears.
You, though, are much
too mighty and majestic
to consider taking part
in the scaly flesh
you’ve made.
Just try it. If you dare,
I will hang you
from the highest tree
—on display
for the frail eyes
of this earth
You created.