there are too many teeth in the sky
and when tears collect in its large blue eye
it knows there is no backing out: it must cry
though silence! what a pleasure! to be able to
feel the nothingness that could really be anything but nothingness.
its skin is so cut and torn that you know it knows
more than anyone of us, more than it ever shows
it runs like rushing water, bleeds blood that flows
out of its veins into purple darkness, pink light
liquid rainbows pour into the unused space around us.
caked blood on dirty, mottled walls
gets cleaned each day and to the floor it falls
shimmering, the light dressing it in new colours, it crawls
to its shadowy corner to gather once again
o silence! be flesh once more! cling to me.
written: Sunday 21st March 2004, 11:27am