Gorgonian Circle Poem by Heini Djurhuus

Coil for me, snake demon
Shed your skin, so that I may follow
Guide me to the sermon
Desecration of the marrow

Alas, that our infernal eyes should meet

Baptize me in lies and spit
Bless me with onyx and encrust me with hate
In your ashen womb, my tongue is split
Nothing grows where we slither and no progress is made

Her touch offers no comfort nor heat

Crystal fists shatter the obsidian walls
Mutilated crust transforms into scales
Son of man becomes reptilian thrall
Architect and creator of my own jail

The sour milk of sorrow trickles down her stony teat

Under a medusoid moon; I am petrified with grief
And once again; I shall construct, destroy and repeat
And though I harbor hope for change, dawn and relief
I am no Perseus. I shall suffer defeat

I am an adamant sculpture, but archaic and obsolete