maudlin wrinkles on his pillow
sinking yellow around her silhouette
his affecting knuckles and nails
he starves in his hibernated bed
remembering everything in a way it never happened
sheets are white and ironbound
because of someone’s labour unabandoned
moulds her body into non-existence
the slow death of his irascible sex
suffocating on his power-drunk deathbed
I have been a young boy once
where did all my older lovers go
cloud-shaped women grey-skinned cantankerous
waiting past their time of death
for a man who sees the door
glued with his back to the hospice mattress
life won’t let him move
all he has is the blanket of his past
and he doesn’t comprehend why he is still cold
he revealed himself to her
when he raged his wars inside of her
leaving behind neglected ghosts
inside a body echoing carnage church
sewer child pierced by starlight polluted
Croque-Melpomene 