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.