Had a character state
That every human has
An animal and a
God wrestling unto death
Inside. Inside, inside. . .
Animal that ate god
That ate animal.
To know what a god is
Is to become a beast
With at least one god caught
Among thought, animal
Who’s now become, partly,
God, the god animal.
She’s right, of course. The god
Will never rest easy
As animal, never
Give up wrestling inside
With the animal who
Is forever panicked,
Terrified, trapped inside
With the god that’s thrashing
Unto death—not the same
As simply until death.
The wrestling makes the death,
Needs the death. Can the god
Get out beforehand? Yes,
But only if it lands
In some next wrestling match.
For the animal, death.
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