Shroud

I will adorn your eye

lashes, stars and

napalm

your ankles, laced

with scarlet ribbons

trailing behind your

soft

steps

carry

this bayonet,

the sewing

needle through your dress

*

you

shrouded in new

blue

light on stage

you can only see

the blue light

and

the moon

as it breaks,

tossed down with dust

and rocks

it’s viscous blood

falling away from us

down 

another shroud

now what do we do

now what can we do

we all prick 

lunar pieces 

from the sky,

delicately selecting 

what crumbs we’ll

still choose

to believe in

 

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