You and I, we stood opposite
and opposites, on each side of the river filled with wilting roses.
Been a long time since we’ve seen their eyes,
swift the robin with sad emeralds and thick hips.
Get off the ground, use those thighs like the trunks of a wooden sword,
cuz the coal man is here to take your life with a shotgun, RISE! and…
rose in the barrel
Born of fire, 2 before, V and S dyed you red. Here, pass the torch.
As you died, dried red, the dead sea that once held your jewels
now sees nothing.
Look away, big life, as your rotting limbs cling to the cliff,
nails like teeth roots. Clamping, clamping.
Give us a slight smile.
Rest, beauty. The little dog will find you soon,
…but you will never go home.