
(who)
Is poem
(sings)
The dead awake
(framed)
In your
Brand new
Lullaby mask
Of meat
And murder
(who)
Is poem
(sings)
Until the depth
Of sleep
(reveals)
A castle
On the cliffs
Of nowhere
(big)
Doe preens
Little Doe
With the
Thirsty flash
Of three
Quick licks
(almost)
As if
(twin)
Spirits kiss
(who)
Is poem
(doors)
Piled closed
With storms
(welcome)
The tardy angel
(home)
To the sound
Of her chains
(who)
Is poem
(these)
Painted fangs
Feed on worlds
That don’t
Even exist