Live Flesh

Stand up carcass and walk Nothing new under the yellow sun The last of  the last of  the louis d’or The light that separates under the skins of  time The lock in the heart that shatters A thread of  silk A thread of  lead A thread of  blood After these waves of  silence These tokens of  love in black horsehair The sky smoother than your eye The neck twisted with pride My life in the corridor From which I see the undulating harvests of death All those greedy hands kneading loaves of smoke Heavier than the pillars of  the universe Heads empty Hearts bare Hands scented Tentacles of  the monkeys who aim at the clouds Among the wrinkles of  these grimaces A straight line tightens A nerve twists The sea sated Love The bitter smile of  death