He Did It Again

When I reach

Slugs dug underneath

I can’t awake,

Feeling finally triumphant

They pull me down.

So I guess this is me,

Then fuck it,

Burn:

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I set fire to your meadows.

You can go see, but I’m sure

The flames will be here soon.

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Last I saw, lambent boughs

Bent over water reflecting

Flames of bewildered leaves.

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They seemed to reach out,

Trying to escape their fate.

A young doe sat watching.

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I slit her throat.

I drank the blood and danced

In the flicker of a burning world.

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When I came home

You were fast asleep cold,

Grey child of a chilled moon.

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I got into bed with you,

Kissed your cheek,

And slept soundly.

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