No-one survives such an attack

and we all stood like monuments

baring the nails in her back

Still moving sinews

in a graceful impression of life

shyly the arms, shyly the breasts

fold fear die

Ten finger driven

through the heart, through the core

as I stare into those strange magnetic eyes

and wonder what if: (for you/for me)

are there demons there?

I knew it all the time, The misanthropes

were right to crucify themselves in the

need of a saviour. Still moving sinews

struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,

caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.

Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges

like living black numbers

that drip from the pergament skin

Joined in sweet fury

to anoint the decay

fragile and reddened in lifelost array