Empty square
He looks upon, “Boy With Leaking Boot”
Paralyzed - he then hurries to his room
What haunts him stands upright with a face towards the door
It will dictate what has happened
Whisper intrinsic fear
It will tell what’s to come
Eating what is not food
As he convulses on the floor
Tell them
Tell them plain
Tell them about the knife dream
“Take it. Bury it. To the hilt. In the folds of fat.”
It’s waiting in the walls with manacle & chain
Whistle and it will come with the bread of dependency
The guilty try to forget but it is electric in their blood
Let this sickness remain the record of what they’ve done
In the desert carrying their lives by the fingernails. Spotted owls in the hills. Mountain of flies eating the eyes.
It’s waiting in the walls with manacles & chains
It sleeps underground
“Oh, to be of use again!”
“Take it. Bury it. To the hilt. In the folds of fat.”
Tell them
Tell them quick
Tell them about the knife dream
“All this of which I give, where did I take it from?”
Let this violence stain as the record of what you've done
Tell them
Tell them
Tell them
Tell them
Tell them
Tell them
Tell them about the knife dream
Tell them about the knife dream
Tell them about the knife dream
Tell them about the knife dream
