Cenotes

What was the catalyst, the final offense, that forced her presence To intervene, to make known, this planet of stone, is truly her bone And her flesh, ripples with troughs and crests And our lakes, are her breasts And her veins, quench our thirsts But we pour our filth in first Our judgment came not in flame, but in flood A crawling lake of brine, thick with oil, thick with blood Beg for, forgiveness from higher ground Scents of cetacean serpents carried for miles One baleen grin hides another serrated smile When, pectoral fins block out the sun, all is lost For those out of her reach, she'll swell rivers into the creeks, Pushing creeks into the streams, until the highest lakes boil and teem Torrential flows carving pinnacles clean We are debris from which god's hands filter feed When new shores lap at our highest peeks The world as we know it will flow past their teeth

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

A bloodied rostrum and missing fins, teeth marks raked from gill to grin. From far away, it's easily seen, the ordeal through which I had been Specific gravity, taken it's toll, fateful events left their holes Teeth replaced from ones behind, nictating membranes hide swollen eyes Uncanny, I sailed straight to thee, in tonic immobility One drop in a million Spiteful seas and sharper shores, I'd suffer all again And navigate with magnetic pores, a thousand chance occurrences Uncanny, I sailed straight to thee, in tonic immobility One drop in a million To migrate is to suffer Like fleeting friends, thermoclines come and go A family asunder, I cheers the deserters, An unfathomable reward, now breaths and grows

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

No further offerings of our own flesh and bone, the stranger found in pieces on shore, has limbs to spare, and can grow more A sign, an omen, a living totem, a walking fountain of meat. Asteroidian limbs grow again and again, pleasing the pool of teeth Sacrifice anew of fresh sinew, his scent sinking like teeth in soup Sentries arise from the halocline Water will flow from elder to embryo, the driest of days are days of old, Bring every bowl, fetch every pail, cup thy hands both dry and frail We'll all be drunk with water again When we've regaled the demons enough, bring our gift back up And feed him well with the oiliest slop Yank the rope and hoist him high, he'll regenerate overnight When fins follow, let him drop

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Don’t let them know what the child can do Put him to sleep with the strongest brew And make him more symmetrical Burn all the pieces, leaving not a quantum Don’t let them know what the child can do Growing back three where there was two And keep his reach contralateral Don’t let them know what the child can do Cover him in ochre to hide his Linckian blue

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Former alps make reluctant isles, ants in a storm, we are all condemned Now the greatest minds sit not on spines, we are all their nutrients Every drop of reserve, unfrozen, still did not reach the highest peaks So a clever, brine cracks a faucet of time, pouring archaic seas, Each set of waves smarter than the last, climbing tides never recede Once benign pools now smile right back, patient for us to concede A millennium, ago, my father was of my age, rumor has it, I look just like him Subterranean rivers flow through chrono fissures, I will follow them and see for myself

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025