Clairvoyance

Asked to share secrets like a slaughter house

swine is asked to shed blood. Ruminating in the shit

that makes up the rich man’s garden soil. The smell is sweet

with flush decay and coin and affair under

clay roof tiles. Fuck me raw with your barbed wire.

Spin me sweet like fleece. I do not know which way I

turned I do not know why red whispers wet I do not know

why one feeds on the dead. Roadkill in the freezer for a

sculpture I never finished. Frozen brains on a tin baking sheet –

genius set on ice. When the door shuts

the lights go dark.