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They want
A god?
I will make them
A god!
To replace
The one
Mother swatted
From its perch
Like a house cat
Swats a fly
With playful
Indifference.
I forgive you
Brother
For ripping me
From my womb
For poisoning me
With your blood
I was long gone
But still
I forgive you.
I forgive you
Brother
For your siege
Drunk on
Battle lust
Your brain
Boiled alive
By ambition
Frothing
Like a wolf
In the maw
Of rabies.
I forgive you
Mother
For my curse
That drove me
To cleave myself
Of all
That you gave me.
I forgive you
Father
I could not
Make you
Understand
Your failures.
Forgive me
Sister
I cannot
Keep my promise.
I may return
But Miquella
As you knew him
Is gone.
The shell
Of the cicada
Clinging
To the branch
Midwinter
After the insect
Has long died.
Let no part
Be wasted.
No bone
No sinew
No globule
Of fat
No tooth
No hair
No feather
No nail
No horn.
Forgive me
Brothers
You will be more
Than the sum
Of your parts.
I will weave you
Back together
Greater
Than before.