No. 135
Cranial gorge cranes its head Sweet ennui sings you to death, sings you to sleep Nursed into brokenness Embraces the empty nest Martyr returns to the slaughter The lamb falls asleep at the altar waiting for death The waves are crashing, overlapping Sound of the sea sings your sweet name Ingenue, prey of the feast Taste so sweet She presses her tongue to your ear until you fall asleep The circle encircles the strong As another dies in time the weak will hear the lullaby The haze envelopes so softly The moth bears prophecy in the parable as he witnesses the lion’s defeat The skull resumes its suicide The egg hatches in the palm of the priest Slaughter! Devour! Predator nurses its hunger! Perish! The prophecy lies within I pray, I rage, I cry I saw it all before you did