Don't you pretend

that i'm not alive

my bones never ache

unless she's nearby

where is your face

in a safe of dead tongues

i can see your reflection

in your totem first born

i suspect

you've been carrying a pack of wolves

i regret

not killing you while i had the chance


maybe i will always haunt you

mark the somnolence with truth

better hang your dead palace

than have a living home to lose

in the river ganges god damns my name


don't let these hands

sharpen your eyes

a rasp of tails