milk skin taut on bones, the colour of calcium,
                         today the milk is dotted with sun blots, but it hasn't gone off yet.
further down the milk is purple and bruised. but
                       you never want to go further.

drowning in milk skin isn't different from drowning in milk,
the blood of the cows staining your eyes.
                                                                        red in your eyes,
                                    eat out my eyes.

picket fence eye lashes;
one day we will make them stand so tall,
one day i will stand tall, so tall that you won't see me,

i will be a cloud,
                           and a bird,
                                             and a whole aeroplane.

                                                           there is a war. and it is happening underground.

if you are an overground soldier, your milk skin will drown you.
if you are deep underground, you are purple and bruised.
but for the LAST TIME, you NEVER
                                  want to go further.

dogs yelp. and it sounds like accordions.
                            but secretly it is accordions. and they are made from lions.
                                             according to the yelping dogs,
                                            of the purple underground.

i like the idea of skeletons walking around,
but not skeletons covered in muscle.
the underground well they are coated in muscle,
strapped firm to their skin,

                                                                           like suicide bombers.
              and you are a cause worth dying for;

according to the world leaders with their picket fence eye lashes,

according to the yelping dogs of the yelping darkness.

                                                                            you never want to go further.