The Carcass & The Spire

Shattered stones, the waters bound

Hushed be wind, the roots unwound

Ichor bled, from sea and sky

From space and earth, til wet was shy

On that fire, supped and filled

And with the remnants, pyres trilled

From the carcass, dark and glassed

A fleshspun spire by hunger massed.

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