The emptiness I feel COLD The missing flesh on the naked face Of death Their tongue an open wound pressed Against my lips Harm is a gnaw on every phallus I disappear as static - I never lived Bordering eternity - fear drips into the Lips & curdles my catholic blood Fear the cold as death, wet as the womb Shadow as the dust promises of the Word flowing from God Undrinkable All shattered glass, leaders of men They turned water into war Undrinkable On the edge of death & eternal suffering Exist high enough to impregnate the sun Spit into the wet chaos void of death's vulva