the exploited unknowable
will hold the sum of all days,
distortions that collapse the centuries.

the blind fear of efforts awakens
as a weapon against the unearned
march of love.

reason has failed the faculty
of sense, its stagnating brain
beaten out against the wall;
that semiconscious drifting of
mind a trophy of time.

--
you condemned
this habit of the body,
all the blood it required
a coercion of arrangements,
another beast to
shatter your skull.

you fought like
an animal, waiting for
the soil to feed you,
following whims and
ferocities, pursuing an atrocious
kind of fickleness; an apostle
of alleviation, of decomposition,
waking from a civil war
of hours.