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Oh, Esther,
Death demands me.
ether and stone, this black headed,
black hooded brute-
inducing with tongues,
the later half,
of an earlier promise.
I made newborn creeds from root sap,
chalking it all up, always late for supper, drinking drain bound hydrogen
with veins as clear as roadmaps in the fashionable shape of two forked arrows.
This is simple.
Death demands me.
ether and stone, this black headed,
black hooded brute-
inducing with tongues,
the later half,
of an earlier promise.
I made newborn creeds from root sap,
chalking it all up, always late for supper, drinking drain bound hydrogen
with veins as clear as roadmaps in the fashionable shape of two forked arrows.
This is simple.