You
see Dog the holy mecca for divine
Sadists
is a haunted playground motionless
Under dead lids of innocent children flags
Of flesh and high wall of teeth naked feet
To open empty eyes and steps echo down
Corridors
and staircases that lead to the pool
Laced
within my heart the metamorphosis
Of
blue snakes amazed by my singular guitar
And
spreading swans’ wings in a public square
Suddenly
turning as though to bite themselves
But
no they’re content at the sound of terrible
Children
charmed and marching to my song
Each
nigh it is written on God's white wrist
The
branches blossom between my shoulders
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