white sheets pick at her and
spill into her sagging flesh...

in the parking lot
mercury vapour cones drop the snow...

let us sit behind wanting eyes and
watch tears tear flesh...

your black breath pours over my lips and
falls heavily into my chest...

i can see in her eyes the death of her child,
the hollowness that goes past her soul and...

black and green giants pour
sound forth as much as paper...

rivers bend the smell of
smoke and mash...

I am used to the wind filling in
the cracks of doors and insisting...

black and green giants pour
sound forth as much as paper...

eating birds, wings all bones and
feathers like they were meant...