A bronze extraterrestrial preaches to an ocean
of oscillating flesh and bright red mesh
He is deep sea indigo, scab scarlet, moss green
Phoenician purple, and labia pink
Weeping faces shift expression beneath
ripples of power and contort themselves in concert
The orchestra of discarnate beings that shouldn’t be
issues forth gentle hymns of revolution
A secret of forbidden lust dribbles from
every observable orifice with peculiar viscosity
Chanting declarations of rage summons forth
a parade of creatures from their nightmares
Millions worship together in silence at an
altar of pain beyond language or feeling
Nate Alaska is an amateur poet, author, and a student of philosophy from Chicago's Southwest suburbs. When he isn't counting syllables toward sonnets, he enjoys coffee and wine, hiking, cooking vegetarian cuisine, and practices meditation.
