No-one survives such an attack
And we all stood like monuments
Baring the nails in her back
Still moving sinews
In a graceful impression of life
Shyly the arms, shyly the breasts
Fold fear die
Ten fingers driven
Through the heart, through the core
As I stare into those strange, magnetic eyes
And wonder: (for you me)
Are there demons there?
I knew it all the time The misanthropes
Were right to crucify themselves in the
Need of a saviour Still moving sinews
Struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,
Caught in the nest of the impending dark fate
Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges
Where faces stiffen,
Plagued with the frost of disease
Our capsules barely meet
The worms of disorder
Like living black numbers
That drip from her pergament skin
Joined in sweet fury
To anoint the decay
Fragile and reddened in lifelost array