tear from the muscle: this social survival
their pleading eyes their rolling faces
me, they sing,, the tempers of paradise
our agony,,, the unburied dead of Camp 15
they do not rot or fold, my joyous rain,,
Place: In a long strand, digested vegetable matter
Say: The unburied dead, for in winter the ground
Say: MY BELOVED, O MY MY BELOVED,, (
Say: The walls are mere and terminal
Do: The kicking and eating, the freezing soil.
Place: a strand of wire on each of our limbs, the limbs
as the birds explode in front, as you walk through
the trees, as you find the soft and silent voice, lapping
as your peace is murder, as your joy is cutting, lapping
Place: the wire of each limb on tongue. Sing: We with all our /
cut up ground / prop up the leader / their scream / wordless pity!!!!
Now: Shit in his neck
& detonate his pulse means dancing in the winter
& I have come in peace means the slow and careful boiling
of the living body, e.g. António Horta Osório,, his blistered
& cannibal means yes I was bored of all these lovers.
Try: The hand to the throat to the groin to the fire.
Try: The head of angels
Try: Marauding guilt with vengeance.
othe boss detesting, digesting sleeping children,
spent as by a crook the tether reaches out to wage.
Spent as by a tether knife edge reaches out to tongue his.
Spent as by knife the tongue is reeling and revolting.
Spent as I was panting on the writhing banking body.
Spent as we were spitting at the sockets of the democrats.
Fucked, as we were walking and the birds that sung were eating
OUT the eyes from sockets of the democrats still pleading:
"O friendly night have mercy for a neck filled up with shit."