Death Knows Where

Going down, your naked body quake

The sun that eats the meadow,

Is a suicide

Mother wound, the tilted sky we stole

Its images will shatter,

Everything we are

All to nothing

We yearn

Wounded in postures of birth

Going down, crying in our sleep

As we implore the border,

For the things we fear

Tender hands, caress your shivering back

The truth you bear will murder, everything

You are

All to nothing

We yearn

Wounded in postures of birth

All to nothing, we yearn

Wounded in masks

Breathing blood

You’re running down my legs

The scars I bear shall witness

Amidst the brooding trail

All to nothing

We yearn

Wounded in postures of birth

All to nothing, we yearn

Wounded in masks