Naked

The emptiness I feel

Cold

The missing flesh on the naked face of Death

Their tongue an open wound pressed against my face

Harm is a gnaw on every phallus

I disappear as static - I never lived

Bordering eternity - fear drips into the lips and curdles My Catholic blood

Fear the cold as Death, wet as the womb

Shallow as the dust promises of the word flowing from God

Undrinkable

All shattered glass, leaders of men

They turned water into war

Undrinkable

On the edge of Death and eternal suffering

Exist high enough to impregnate the sow

Spit into the wet chaos void of Death's vulva