Stillsdance
The dawning of day, a glowing haze,
The purple ever-murdering blazing Sun
Returning.
Forget thy glory my beauty, we’re in the slaughter dance and the song
Has begun
Hum hallelujah, come growl with me,
Oh humbly, the tune sung so old; like the curses it bites
Like confessions it’s told by thy mouth dry and bitter,
With the teeth
This and thither, with the forked tongue abridged,
Sing for me like a gargoyle
Sing for me like a snake watching close how I dance unabated and still
For my heart’s beating ill
For my carcass is bleeding
For my memory’s fleeting
For my smile’s getting old.
