Without fear
Primordial oozing
Sipped through straws
Clammy fingers
On bony claws
The hangman says
It’s reckoning day
Calls boys and girls
To come and play
Through love and language
The desolation of
Our innards
Loneliness incarnate
Daddy’s spitting image
Lost down the bottle
Sucking back
Poison
Wishing it would
Kill his sin
Withering, withering
Drinking the ink
From my pen
Stretching my veins
Again and again
Who I once was
Who I could
Have been
All is lost
In the kingdom of men