Calamus Will Animate

Calamus

Taken to the pen to relive

Every identity we replicate

Without will they live again

Within our intimate collective

Animate

All the dead we bring into it

A burrow of human memory

The pen, the feather and the needle

Are alike in death and life

Looking back on what had happened

When the the feathers had arrived

I realize I was not alone

I can recall the men had got infected by it too

Having contact with

The foreign components infected them

Before, the factory was known to make

The highest quality of bedding

Cutting, filling

Stitching fabric with the finest down

From all around the world

Yet this down flew

Through our dream barrier intact

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The AUM will kill everybody

Not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The AUM will kill everybody

Not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

When the ink coating the wings

Made contact with the workers skin

It crept into their blood

Turning them inhumanly violent

They grabbed and tore and bit and clawed

At one another and themselves

Gravity and death from loss of blood

Had no effect on any member of the crew

During their frantic battle to relief their bodies

From the ether lifting them into the air

Die then elevate

Fusing remnants of spent bodies

Weaving bones and organs

Into an inverted nest dug in the ceiling

The black sludge casting out from the center

As a starving bird of prey

I heard it's voice and felt it's need

To find the child made of teeth

And begin the human murmuration

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The AUM will kill everybody

Not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The AUM will kill everybody

Not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

It's banshee wail demanding feed

I hear it's pain and become it's keeper

I rip the living from the night

Like pulling worms from soil

AUM

Watches these sky burials

Calamus will animate

Calamus will animate

The boy lay like a wet mound of dust

On the rotting factory floor

I knew the black fluid hid itself

In the deformed corpse of this child

Finally, after hours into cutting, lifting

Pulling, sawing, crunching, clipping

I had found it

My crude autopsy revealed bounty

Nesting in replace of the marrow

In the young ones bones

The second I saw it, it saw me

I knew it's face

Changing, relentlessly

It was the drip

I had it contained as instructed

Filling up many clusters of hypodermic

Needles with the matter

I adminstered it into a new subject each night

A new life

One with every full rotation of the clock

I've seen those hands meet

Then disengage a thousand times

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The AUM will kill everybody

Not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The AUM will kill everybody

Not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

It's banshee wail demanding feed

I hear it's pain and become it's keeper

AUM allowed me to live off the organs

Once the people took flight

They do not keep me against my will

Yet I refuse to run

Every day I climb the stairs outside this door

And view the horde of lifted dead

That they conduct behind the factory walls

I must hold on to the final tier of focus I still have

To scribe these happenings in hopes that someone

Will know what went on here

I can feel the pressure of their unified unscripted flight

Pounding air down on the floor board

Just a plank's width above

I rip the living from the night

Like pulling worms from soil