poetry your most ardent enemy

children of the night
what music they make — Dracula


//what is it with tragedy//

how the world flows out in strings
that remain unmanifest
known only by their edges

in 1000 years this will appear ridiculous

but Ur Nammu was a keen archaeologist
who delighted in discovery

the very first Gulf War
is between Yahweh and all humanity

O how little how fervent we scrape
for such broken vessels
containing such nothing

the louder you scream
the faster we go

oh all night she kept at it
rubbing away like that

.................................................let's sing it again
.................................................with real feeling
forever

love and nothing

now bring yourself here
and shut up

we are almost cooked

we are doing all of history
in a sudden flurry of skirts

she seemed almost unaware of her legs

and Mediterranean salt
(a mile deep they say)

hush

or you will wake my creatures
.
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