I
His grimace was
all he knew --
So everybody saw
A knife-edge,
grinning into the black
with a howl
Widening, a tunnel
tearing out, and God bled
in the tower
II
Above fallen corpses
beautiful fields of Nysa
Now, asphodels overrun the field...
he is dark and tall,
a wild dog,
an unripe plum
I thought he was going
(He came.)
They all faded
III
He grinned,
his own leftover
and for a moment
the dusk rages,
scorched-looking,
dumb and ruined
See the cracks,
the **** of the world,
the crinkled sigh
rapt in the river of blood
Something evil
rises, and his eye
stays rapt
a blackbird
in a plum tree
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 1:09 AM UTC
I
His grimace was
all he knew --
So everybody saw
A knife-edge,
grinning into the black
with a howl
Widening, a tunnel
tearing out, and God bled
in the tower
II
Above fallen corpses
beautiful fields of Nysa
Now, asphodels overrun the field...
he is dark and tall,
a wild dog,
an unripe plum
I thought he was going
(He came.)
They all faded
III
He grinned,
his own leftover
and for a moment
the dusk rages,
scorched-looking,
dumb and ruined
See the cracks,
the **** of the world,
the crinkled sigh
rapt in the river of blood
Something evil
rises, and his eye
stays rapt
a blackbird
in a plum tree
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