curse with me

profane and discreet

make the move

cross veins and chamomile



soft and sweet

seasalt silver-meat

buried deep

in crowskin overcoat



save your breath

this may be the last

there is no novelty left on the earth



o'saviour!

forever threadbare and faded

drunken and arcane...

curse the day



o'saviour!

there's rotgutted whiskey in ladles

for to ease the pain...

or drown away



save her!

you've crushed all the bones and the cradles

all along the way...

along the way