We spin black dimes down
****** halls where
we went white with
rage it splintered our
spines we found them outside
our backs and burnt fingers
backward on busted hands and
handled the dead meat
it was us, fresh brown and cooked
we slid to the floor saddled
with our selves and sat
unsilent in sleep sung
tunes that took our tears
tight and turned them into
sweat I swear I thought He
said that we were holy but we
leave tracks and footprints just
the same and snap
with terrible teeth the taste
of apples still bitter
in our throats, howling and holy
howling and holy