You can try
every cure, every potion, every remedy,
you can erase it with drugs, with sex, with religion
you can cauterise it, crush it, cut it, crucify it,
you can freeze it, forgive it, forget it, fuck it,
you can deny it, defy it, deride it, destroy it,
you can burn it, break it, belittle it, betray it, bury it,
you can hate it, harm it, hurt it, harangue it,
you can trick it, tear it, trap it, trash it,
you can eject it, evade it, evict it, eat it,
you can poison it, persecute it, prick it, prune it,
you can shame it, shatter it, smash it, suck it
you can ruin it, regret it, reduce it, rape it,
you can inject it, intimidate it, isolate it,
you can leave it, lash it, lose it.
You can try
every spell, every enchantment, every charm
you can call in an exorcist,
you can send up prayers
you can summon the devil
you can invoke an ancient curse
you can wear it away, wish it away, wash it away, want it away
you can pretend it never was, never is, never will be
you can try anything and everything
but you will never
of the seed
in your soul.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Kelly Reemtsen
Written five years ago – but already one of my favourite performance poems, so much fun to write and recite – truly worth a listen, though I say it myself.
And this seed is dangerous whenever and wherever it is planted.