I have of late / come into a dictatorship
A junction of blood and passion, / ardor and damnation.
There was nothing comic about this
Monster of this, / monster if that.
where daylight lingers into long hours
In our near nothingness the music resonates
resurrection is a myth / and thus not false
Sugared be the beet, the red ant, / the spiked border
I mistook tragedy / for a verb and ran with it.
walking / three days under the clean stare / of a sun