Self-Creation

When they surfaced to drink,
I harpooned some of those night beasts of mine,
As they tried to get away.
I brought them back to the house.
You are my flesh and blood.
I call you by your name, my own.
I eat the honey that was venom.
I’ll barter and broadcast it if I like.
And I know I won’t exhaust your gifts,
You vermin who know how to pierce me with arrows.