pleasure in peril, a blockade
the monsoon is lusting for earthquakes
blood on stone gates
the eyelid is lying awake

piss in the snow meets a dark lake
flashlights are scanning the dirt lane
car crash head gash
oxygen leaving the brain

sweet taste of smoke after the rain
the humming a machine rusting makes
big bang death pangs
a bell tolls a march in your name

last time we called you they said that you were sick,
we memorized your lines and then we had to play with it.
the chaos of your ill content came drifting like a death,
a post-apocalyptic sing along in every breath