these bones, who can understand
a body brittle, touch it's skin
and there begins a war
kiss the mouth
and tear down a religion
the glorious machine
insect wings
flying demolition, creature, sick.
turn the bark of our consciousness
inside and outward, twist the neck
hard enough to leave broken veins
milk blood pouring
with the sounds of angels
and gospels, all we ever were
was a dirty collection
of church hymns
a bee stung my ribcage
ever since then I've been bleeding
animal bones out of my side
I call it only human
you call it a miracle
if only you knew
the burial ground
in my chest cavity
Together we're a hive
of a thousand wasps
but poison seeping out of orifices
doesn't change our decay
and our linnen bedsheet bodies
woven into sweaty eyed
circuits, and choir warbles
carry out the final note
till it shakes
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