it’s a crisp morning out there and -”



[.picture this, an exhaustive list of all of our contemporary superstitions

not just the ones that people you think of as “different” have-

like, for real.

what memories have mobs formed?

what will be remembered of our days in style of :

.bloodletting
.electroshock therapy
.human sacrifice


what zealocies reman deep in the bones of those who wear the
        frocks/blue/red ties/lab coats


let this not become an “Us v. Them” moment


let this be a moment
of

remembering to
stop and smell
the torture chambers


of our home-cooked inquisitions

and the var. sundry insignias of our
time (here)



it’s a small enough virtue .]

.
from
the roughdrafts of a precocious
necromancer

engaged in nonchalant anthropometric warlike trials :
as
****-knuckled as digging in the mud with a stick

heliotrope scars scorched into the concrete like an afterimage burn-
ed down into deathmask portraiture

the
wendigo-kiss

it’s indigoblack invasion : your body like the caustic embraces of ice water

the billowing foundry of
forgetteries
atop
it’s gleaming hill-perch, sneering down at the city
with
all the tenderness of
systematic
immolation