Young Livers Finger To The Pulse
Assembled with these black tongues lashing contract and
expand
As it courses through their veins watch them erase
Watch them erode writhing in some loss of control.
In a sway of their own rhythm to yearn in their lull of
concern and onward…
As they sink in their haste subside in content derived
from a thirst shallow.
Theirs as a harmless reflex perspective in our eyes to
fall far from intent or conviction
Disassemble to burn at the excess tied tight to these
words of conviction
New born trails from their teeth falls where it starts
bitter.
