Dare

The grave dares you to sit.
The cup dares you to drown.
The mirror says, “Please come in.
We have your childhood in here, lying around.”

The sheep you count, falling asleep,
dare you to divide yourself in bed.
A horse walking over the battlefield
looks for sugar in hands of the dead.

Everyone must be delivered like mail.
The sorting system is absolutely insane.
Michelangelo entices a hunk of stone:
“Change. Divine is apelike skin and bone.”

If you want someone to truly love you,
there must be a dare cast down.
Every devil is its own king.
Every angel wears a borrowed crown.