let, let go of my wrists, which are much too heavy I let him explore that field & he put his heart in his *** Fell asleep on the beach & the grey waves are approaching like a baby in its crib or an old man, rather, dead in his grave
let, let the hours melt, bound, the one after the other the time that his body can’t leave any prints, that he’d be swallowed by the sea, I would have drank every ocean, willingly, hands tied back but the salt water burns my lips just as much as my words bite back
step, step back, it’s the moment, I leave him on the rocks, to go sleep with the sun, at dawn, I’ll return to eat, **** dry his petrified ribs Bury his bones beneath the castles of sand that decorate & spot the horizon of this cannibal’s feast