Son of Man

I am the son of Thor.

The blood of Odysseus runs in my veins.

I breathe thunder.

My heart is the ocean.

Do you think I am the son of Cain-

To trade my inheritance for your bowl of soup,

For your shiny things that vibrate and spin,

For your sex and violence,

For your penis pills and swimsuit models?

I will close my eyes to your neon lights.

I will hold my breath against your sweet poison.

I will close my ears to your siren call.

I will dive below the cluttered surface of my consciousness.

I will seek in the darkness and find the spark of the sacred feminine

where she slumbers in the cold stone stillness,

Lightning will surge through my nerves and

I will explode into flame.

Your filth will rise from me like smoke,

Your carnal lies will fall away like ash,

I will smash your idols like twisted mirrors,

And you will remember god.