the  sense that the only thing worth sensing
is broken

humanity...........my god and lover merging and mating

in the fields that are dying and the air
i can hardly breathe any more

images of children dressed as ******

distract us from the knowledge
of what's "closing in"

ah, but i love you still

still in your ****** sense
of love-making

still raising families

as if they have any
chance to live at all

escaping the death-like
stupor
of guilt

i
eye you completely

up and down

and

if i have to wake up again

as if the sun rising is actually the beginning
of
a DAY
here

all i can say

is

"i will never betray you
and
i
will
try
to
be
a
heroic
lover
still