inspiration.

[littleknome]

There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.