from this empty space
I rip my heart and hold it
tight
bright
open on the slate of love
it is cold here
no comfort hands or words of peace
pulsating
questions
bleed and vomit fear
how long before thirsty night cloaked devils
come
with shimmering goblets
screaming selfsufficiency
and empty sex
from far the marching sounds of shields
and daggers
deafening
masks
move quick and wipe the blood
it is empty again
no touch or glance of reckoning
longing
memory spins
bleak reels of battlefields
how long before guile armoured vultures
come
with glimmering eyes
shrieking pale disgrace
and rotting flesh
