Bough

A feature-length poem written in rhyme and the cadence of a song. It tells of a tree, one that gives, one that takes and the people who worship it. A haunting folkloric myth of devotion, sacrifice, and the quiet power of what grows in the dark recesses of corrupted faith.

They press their hands to bark like bone,
Where something breathes beneath the stone.
A mouth of marrow, slick and wide,
A god, a groom, a wretched bride.
The queens, with bellies split and swayed,
Are fed to roots in milk an...