230th Chorus

Love’s multitudinous boneyard
        of decay,
The spilled milk of heroes,
Destruction of silk kerchiefs
        by dust storm,
Caress of heroes blindfolded to posts,
Murder victims admitted to this life,
Skeletons bartering fingers and joints,
The quivering meat of the elephants of kindness
        being torn apart by vultures,
Conceptions of delicate kneecaps,
Fear of rats dripping with bacteria,
Golgotha Cold Hope for Gold Hope,
Damp leaves of Autumn against
        the wood of boats,
Seahorse’s delicate imagery of glue,
Sentimental “I Love You” no more,
Death by long exposure to defilement,
Frightening ravishing mysterious beings
        concealing their sex,
Pieces of the Buddha-material frozen
        and sliced microscopically
In Morgues of the North,
Penis apples going to seed,
The severed gullets more numerous than sands –
              Like kissing my kitten in the belly
              The softness of our reward