To obliterate
By violent force, every
Trace of myself, I
Would prefer, versus
Countenancing failure. Once
The napalm denudes
The vegetation,
Bulldoze what’s left and salt the
Earth, that nothing grows.
To obliterate
By violent force, every
Trace of myself, I
Would prefer, versus
Countenancing failure. Once
The napalm denudes
The vegetation,
Bulldoze what’s left and salt the
Earth, that nothing grows.
Revealing my soul’s
Majesty to you, your pins,
They cripple my wings.
Spasmed tight against
Her skull, her cheeks drawn back to
Show bone white molars.