A Name Like This

blood will be spilled as surely
through the knife digging at my heart
as it was to inscribe the name
onto the hilt, and onto my hide

the name you can't read
echoes off my chest
and spirals onto my arms
carving its path
as confidently a cleaver

the name forgotten by all but us few

you cannot read it
you cannot see it
you cannot feel it

surely as we can feel it;
felt it run through our souls
felt it skewer our minds,

a name like this,
penned only in blood
uttered only in fire

a name like this,
hollow as a mountain
powerful as emotion

cannot be chained to rationality

you cannot read it
you cannot see it
you cannot feel it

the name forgotten by all but us few


-mine