Revenant

Trigger Warning: This shit here ain't safe

Photo by Ismael Kone on Unsplash

Witness first hand your act’s conclusion.
Supply and demand yields to collusion.
We were supposed to be in unity.
My wrath now commands its restitution

Rage superimposed with impunity.
My mercy is closed due to disunity.
I was supposed to be your resolution.
But these best laid plans lacked immunity.

Now, who the fuck you be?
Your whole untucked persona now my enemy
– not even plucky-essence
of-your-aura-ducking-me survives scrutiny,

or turn-keyed contact with identity,
not even lucky blessings are left
between you and me,

every sucky session played to the left,
all we had left, in open mutiny.

Fuck your peace to death, deceased,
beaten like that dead horse
– the shattered beast,

splattered, pounded into pieces,
all that mattered ground and released
into that matter, unpoliced
by quantum physics

– strung-out to excess
from compound to elemental lyrics,
an obliteration of affiliation
down to the non-specifics,

to deep recesses of desert
of desiccated nothing
lying desecrated between us,

and fuck it, call me a revenant
as all the sand-blasted-and-glassed
scorched earth the light finds
is self-evident.

Welcome to Revelations’ Ragnarök.
Can’t stoke benevolent flames from the dark.
You were supposed to be my restitution.
Now call me revenant – Cain had his mark.

© BJ Dawson — 2025

“The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose.”
― James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time

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Oh yeah, and I published a book! What is it about? What an attractive question!

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