The diamond on her finger
The man who made it
And she

A product of the times
You dissolve like sugar cubes
Like the words on my salty tongue
Tears are glued to my face

Still you’re everything to everyone
Especially me
And he’s attracted to my blackness
Like a bee on the verge of a sting

And thoughts don’t bleed red
They filter through black holes
And grey matter
As the earth gets flatter
And the head explodes

The diamond on her finger
The man who made it
And she