Cinema Strange Aboriginal Anemia
You sit watching your brother die 'cause he chewed on
sickly rabbit. Poor boy Parzifal likes to hunt his
sister, and so infection sets in like a gang of wolves
licking at the heels of the anemic aboriginal hunting
grounds, where you sprain your thumb throwing rocks at
cadavers. Bashing in my weakened knees, bashing in my
weakened knees...
Animal people scale the walls so easily: your bitter
family! Holding court without your cousin, rectify your
viral sanction. Anxious ears solicit thee, my snarling
spies sit down to tea and ignore the bubbling sores that
swell and spit along your backbone!
Call your general, fortify his skin so my disease can't
penetrate your china shack of ignorance and purple
turbans! Split the bread between your chins, annihilate
bacteria! Eating, breeding serfs and peasants, bloody
plague-boys stealing crumbs! Bashing in my weakened
knees, bashing in my weakened knees...
Stripling arrows ricochet off teeth and crystal nighttime
goblets. Dinner party, dinner guests, eat their dinners
facing west. You fling your curses forth and they are
swallowed by the Masque, by the trees, by the hollow
oddities! Bashing in my weakened knees, bashing in my
weakened knees
