chthonic

world below world

where everything ends

where you are now

is there pickle moonshine in hades

are the dogs there

are you lonely

can you set our enemies on fire

burn out ronald regan's eyes

or give christopher columbus

every plague since smallpox

you're not the vengeful goddess type

you'd probably rather disappear

into soil

let the worms take you

let the wildflowers come

opening to spring rains

in the world you never

wanted to see