You refuse to grow in a grim challenge.
Already the witch-hunt has started.
It was strange to step outside your body
and not to look at the death on your doorstep.
Softly flows the dolour in God’s shining eyes.
I have run out of my thoughts, my brain wave.
Shame to be still breathing.
Starving, I eat the howls and drink the limbs.
Nowhere green inks write the passion
A procession of pain starts in ecstasy.
Your extinct past has entered my body
It shakes and brings tremors
Give me a cup of darkness
I am going to burn my bridges.