Sky Burial

The concrete carcass unravels
violently under the lens;

        skies moving sideways,
wine anointing the brow of
        the chosen, one
        rotting     apple;

        a dropped needle,
                the abandoned
        monophony, phonographs
                running in circles -

The sun dawns a shroud of mourning,
billboards alight, twisted metals dancing
        interpretive fever dreams in drag.

Paint me every shade of fire,
stroke me across the skyline,
        tie your lips in mine
double knot and pull me tight,

drag the knife across my skin,
        set my eternal soul alight.

 
_{an excerpt from the climactic third movement in a piece i'm working on that i was encouraged to share in its present form by my friend and iron sharpener, @geekorner, before reworking both this excerpt, and the longer piece within which it resides. feedback encouraged.}

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