HUSH
ANCIENT PURR
I SWORE OFF OBSIDIAN THOUGHTS
AND LAY AWAKE ON BROKEN GLASS

I BLED OUT MORE THAN ONCE
I DREW THE POISON OUT

THE SCAVENGER FEEDS IN HUM OF LOW SEA
CAST-OFF EXUVIAE
IN FRAGILITY

I KEPT MY HEAD DOWN AND BIT MY TONGUE
UNTIL I TASTED LOVE

RARE FORM AT THE CASEMENT, FOR WHICH I BURN

PERFECT PSYCHOSIS NOISELESSLY WHIRRS

THEN HEAR THE REFLECTIONS -THE WORDS THEY DEMEAN,

THEN COME THE DESTROYER –

THEN WE’LL FIGHT WITH OUR CLAWS & TEETH