I awake on fire
A carnal ghost,
Shuttering lamplight
I cling to my host.


The wrens are all sleeping,
They flitter and rust,
Bedsprings squeaking
Dark chasms of lust.

The Vespers of skeletons
Stitched to the bone
Here in the church
They whisper and drone

What blood beast obscenity
What fathom to cross,
Here the *****
Sleeps with the lost.