Sunday, March 9, 2014

Muse

Wind and piss
And curry-stained lips.
We all march on like angels
Engulfed in cowshit.

Immolated rats
Searing the skies like comets.
Are there really lilac cows
In Austria?

Too late.
We die before we are born.
Hail Mary and Sister Agnes!
I see the rainbow.