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The
Eyewrack War Cuts
I
was not sure if you were
praying
the
glass screen had been removed
there
was oil seeping across the
carpet
and
mini circuit boards jagged
my palm
I
was searching for the sky
but smoke
was
confusing, streaming
out
around
your face, knees pressed
against oak
I
presumed the gun would not
reach
my
gullet but remain in my
throat. We
both
mistook at first burnt toast
hoping
for
a simple domesticity but
it was broiling
baby
blubber. The dogs (pets
once) came
hell
crooning and stepped right
up parallel
to
where I lay, turned their
heads
and
chokespoke " 'awe,
'awe" I thought
it
would be easy: you took
your rosary out
and
somewhere consensus whirled
as nostalgic
consensus
should but a city arose
electronic
and
in a little vote screen
all of its own, interactive
although
no infrastructure, and the
sewers out
and
with my free hand I... I
rethought it would
be
molten angel wing gloop
like under cooked
egg
white but it was her scalp
and her hair where she had
stooled
it out screaming in Babylonian-like
something
the
word for mercy, repeatedly
and you began to cry
your
knees swelling from the
weight of carrying it to
heaven;
pull the plug out, pull
the plug
I
sowt, certain syllables
eradicated by the automatic's
polished
metallics against my uvula
then I realised
it
was blood a'cross my floor
there was no one else
present
me you the dogs but the
images kept on
inreeking
planeing faeces floating
our good life
Jesus,
[something about] Jesus
you were [some
how]
saying must be a fiction
and the credits
rolled
and tickled my fingertips
charcoal sensuals
the
agree disagree boxes pricked
my index finger
and
Ishmael's unadopted offspring
hefted from their sharqi
terminal
cannulating
my resistance. I was
four
walls
you
were face down
((volume
adjusted))
our
children somewhere past
smelling of Johnson's Baby
way
back the street going about
its normal business
forgive
me you said to someone a
spokesperson
threw
a hymnal and vultures herded
above
the
best strained-silicon substrate
dollars could buy
intestines
pudding and an undubbed
anthem
stake
this land and torch it out
til the money due shall
seer them
but
I said I can walk you out
no more in
the mourning
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