It has been so long…
In this bed of rust I have lain.
No flowers to wreathe my beauty–
I drowned in tears and barb-wire dreams.
How the snow melting sands–scorch my heart.
Melt my eyes.
Blast my skin.
Is that the Sun I hear? So far away!
I love when the vultures circle–all at once.
My seven mouths–how they sweat!
O so delicious! Feathers and all.