scratch at the skin with
fists clenched in holy repentance
edges of the holiness creep into
the black brittleness of the gap in the
front made from too many teeth
black like the space inbetween
we wander between where
the shadow of man falls
across the tile floor you spill as
i sink into your spine and tear it
out shake your ribs loose
and sing from the throat a prayer
into the throat the butcher knife falls
shearing the edge of the bone
the ribs plucked like strings sing
a tune of gods fury
out from adam’s chest came eve
reaching for the apple down the throat
the butcher knife falls
while judgment sits on his throne
between the shadow of the fall
the fall of the kingdom
of thine own kingdom where i gaze onto god
into the cow the butcher knife falls
the blood wets our feet it kicks its feet
eyes wide and wild crying
for relief the butcher knife falls
and god does not gaze back at me
as we skitter like animals nay insects on animals fleas or
flies on rotting meat
in my teeth a thigh between mine the butcher knife falls leaking ripe
fruit we suck at the fruit of life
the blood of life drips from our hands
mouth at the veins eyes too hungry
too empty head stuffed with teeth with
hollow eyes as we lean together
in the between