blood filter

what is this filter on our iris
when the heart’s been removed
when the heart was stolen
is bound in a dungeon
this filter that paints the captors' faces
blood-encrusted masks of pure evil
endowed by the otherworldly to ravage 
this filter that superimposes the righteous path
onto a plain old street 
that makes those masks from a face 
nearly identical to your own
that turns the stool or fencepost
into the baton to crack the masks

i don’t get, is what i’m getting at
who set this in motion
and how we allow it
don’t you see they’re you
don’t you know each skull you collapse
is that of a child you’ll never have

what i do get now is the heavy lids 
and i mean to cultivate them
so that your lenses will not fit
your demons will not suck my heart out through 
your spells will not be granted entry
to impose the blood filter
go try some other fool

but all this said, test me
i will crack your skull 
and relish the sound 
was never sure about kids anyway