Saturday, March 19, 2011

In Bed With the Devil

She said,
and this is how he breathes
at night when no one else on earth
knows his heart beat but my hand

She said,
and this sound could be likened
to support beams cracking
under the city.

And we're all oblivious
and we're all dying young
and we're all fighting terrors,

but it's a dirty trick--
not to tell us the truth,
and most of us singing,
will be the first,
feet first
in your mass grave.

What devil are you?
She said.
His heart was the only sound
and the cracking of her brittle ribs.

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