Repone

Replace my mind,
Fill it with the calming waters of the Ganges.
Filth filled holy waters
Ironically demeaning purity.
Let it flow through my limbs
Licking the walls of the sepulcher
that holds my heart,
washing the crimson from my veins.

Replace my heart, that heart
With the Taiko drum.
Stretch the Kawa across my ribcage,
Thumping, vibrating, causing my chest to shiver.
The cracks of missed strikes
Thunder within this cage.
My steps to fall in rhythm.
Driving my body forward.

Replace my hands
Those with which I write
With the sad boughs of the willow.
Those silently weeping chutes.
Feel them gently caress your face.
Leaved feathers, feathered leaves.
Their sleepy life slipping,
Whipping to tame the beast.

Replace my eyes, above all.
The instrument of man’s demise
Remove the stones that fill my skull.
Stones, solid to the silky seas of the world.
Place sponges in their stead.
Let the waters of my Ganges fill them
And sit, visible to others.
Let the seas of human understanding,
Amorphous and living,
Fill my now porous vision,
For I want to believe,
Believe that humanity isn’t doomed.
Replace my flaws.
The shortcomings that make me.
Replace those things that rule my life
And threaten now to break me.