Apr
29
In This Way
Maybe it isn’t
For us
To know
If they are zombies
Who surround us
On one empty
Corner
Of that great grey-blue
Emptiness of rust
And sweating oil
In this way
We can sleep
Away our nights through
The humming
The blue humming
That makes them
Wish for killing
That asks them
To pour
The blood they can
That forces their
Madness that changes
These simple people
Into simpler beings
Who scrounge
For blood yet never
Eat yet never
Drink who kill
To stop the buzzing
That has
Them pull
From any chest the
Beat heart
Muscle blood and empty
Vein before dropping it
To dry
Brown earth beneath
Grey-blue sky
In this way
We can sleep
ecr. l'inf.
For us
To know
If they are zombies
Who surround us
On one empty
Corner
Of that great grey-blue
Emptiness of rust
And sweating oil
In this way
We can sleep
Away our nights through
The humming
The blue humming
That makes them
Wish for killing
That asks them
To pour
The blood they can
That forces their
Madness that changes
These simple people
Into simpler beings
Who scrounge
For blood yet never
Eat yet never
Drink who kill
To stop the buzzing
That has
Them pull
From any chest the
Beat heart
Muscle blood and empty
Vein before dropping it
To dry
Brown earth beneath
Grey-blue sky
In this way
We can sleep
ecr. l'inf.
