For the next few postings, I'll be experimenting with format and other things. As due recompense for this service interruption, I'll be posting the third chapter of Death of the Actor shortly after this goes up.


Research
Words cast not in ink, but blood
Soaking deeply through 
Legislation, transcription
False documents and treaties
Native furs and settler masks
Said to be civil
Insavage, unwild, even
Named as atribal
Though behind them lie
Majestic eagle feathers
Whet on ideology 
Sharpened by strict adherence
Until they can, with one stroke
Draw blood, spill blood like crude oil
Flowing free through free markets
Built atop most sacred grounds

Tongues robbed from muzzles
Not of one generation
But of so many
Who followed after
Unable to find
Home and History
Oral traditions put down 
In bloody ink, on paper,
Bound in words and books never
To reach those from whom they took

We're left beating hollow drums
Filled with missing ancestors
Whose bones and souls remain trapped
In clear Plexiglas cages
On display for the science
The Science, The Greater Good
A good that was done at us
Against us, and harvested 
Research and reus arché
Arrogant synonyms 
Proclaiming the principles 
Of reality

Dissect me, settler 
For I am already dead
A hollow man left beating 
Hollow drums in hollow homes 
Emptied of my soul
Fur and bone without spirit.


Breath
Paw on neck tightens /
Drawing breath grows arduous /
Then your grip loosens /
We're one body: I inhale /
You hold, pound, and exhale me.

Hypnotism
Ticking and tocking /
Pendulum slowly swinging /
Mind growing relaxed /
Inhibitions bleed from me /
I am yours tonight, master.

Dress
Distinct scent of musk /
Fur tinted, muzzle painted /
Skirt short, stockings long /
Femininity inflames /
My swollen passion for you.

-Charles Michael Averin