Purgation

Thrill me

Cut the cover 
that ’round me
                              climbs
English
in its woody vines
English 
in its creeping veil

Thrill me

Tear the canopy
that o’er me
                        hangs
English
in its marbled veins
English
in its choking leaves

Thrill me

Rip its carpet
from my
                 roots
Burn its berries
Drown its seeds
before my limbs
                                crack
and
                                break
‘neath the weight
of all this
                   English
ness

Thrill me

Wrest the
                    foreign
from my soul
Make me
                   native
Make me
                   whole

© s rogers 2008

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