relics

i grind my teeth now
a tribute to my past
my mouth speaking volumes
where words will not last
in time they may wear
the remedy isn't fast
but life will have its way
and leaves the mighty task

taker trying

what if I go faster?
tender pouting petals love me better
be a more mother to me
and make this a bee's life of trying.
can they honor more a man of destiny?
that word an act of agency within
rather than old grace.
I would give him many garlands,
he who o'erturned the Fates,
they witches that take.