Death by elephant:
they said I tasted
just like chicken.

I breathe you like air

he left me resting
crooked
on the pith of his
lemon-split lips
and I just keep
sleeping
through its rind
like the sleep
won't leave me.

sounds slide slowly
past palaces pitted
against aggressive
kings
          constantly
killing
           cowardly
farmers franticly falling
towards towers
of
endless eroding
pillars piled
with intentions of a sinister nature
built only to lead fools to die in a room with no light

and his face
is much like
any other
faceless face
but his mind—
oh darling,
but his mind is
*enigmatic

"It is such a lovely, lovely day.
Why don't we go
be lovely with it?"