Ingest

This is quite a dark poem. I'm trying to evoke feelings of estrangement and loss and generally create a dark, and brooding atmosphere.

You enter with drums

but your silence made a hero of you.

The magnificence of your death

swallows me a thousand times and the delicacy

of your viscous form spills deep

into my gut.

I can’t remember where they buried you

but there are networks of your blood

that run deep beneath this house.

There is truth in the stones around my feet

that echoes through these catacombs.

And yet you, you so vast that

a forest would refuse to hide you.

You I am forced to search for.

To swim, to earn, to drown

in these your foreign waters.

And I can’t remember where they buried you

but I’ll tear my fingernails from their sleep

to dig, to earn, to drown in

the soil that handles you. I ingest

these remains in an act of silent revelry.

And we would run but your

tongue ties me here. 

And I watch the world

pull your way.

Author's Note

Is this poem a little disjointed? I’m not always looking for a straightforward narrative (and I’m happy with surrealism and reader generated meaning!) but I like there to be some kind of thread running through the whole poem and I’m not sure if there is here.
And do the instances of repetition work/ have any impact? Because I want them to- particularly the ‘to dig, to earn, to drown’ parts because I think they add an urgency to the rhythm. The actual words there I’m not so sure on...