There is always more to come,
You could never be exhausted.
You were driven by forces that
Were incomprehensible, unfathomable,
Intangible to me, my hands, a child’s
Hands, in yours, in your hands, I, fully.
Swearing allegiance to a cause misinterpreted.
To a phenomenon up to no good. I trusted hope.
I had no idea what you had in you. That I was meant
To become a part of it. Means to an end. Men’s ends,
Endings, met, suffocating, pillow-walk, pillow-talk, silenced,
Stuffed, crowned, pillows, faces of women, metamorphosis,
Ghosts, women turned into ghosts right in front of my eyes,
Collaborators, in absentia, hardened to the core, disillusioned,
Masters of the universe, down with you all.
Don’t be loud, you scream, don’t refuse, you insist.
I granted your hands such powers. Driving through
The night, you phantasmagorical actor, infiltrator,
Director, from one to the other, the rotten honey-vomit
Drooling out of your mouth, the labia, shoved aside, atonement,
Trying to hope, baser instincts, trying to trust, corruption of
The body, corruption by the body, fog, fuck, nature comes, cum,
Stabbed to death, reborn, he got you there, he raised me, not.
You’d never listen to me because you thought I had nothing to say.
Croque-Melpomene 