​animal soup
 
Scratch the skin bleeding kissing vinegar.
Love scabs over.
Pick it Scratch it Make it clean.
Make it clean, piggy. Cut its throat.
Strip its skin. Skin makes flesh made good.
Smooth its flesh. Bones through flesh makde good.
Strip its flesh Strip to bones Make it clean.
Bones to Flesh to Skin. Stripped to scratches.
Do it in. Run, piggy. Run from Skin
to Flesh to Bones.
Life and bones. Skin and stones.
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word.
Hush, little baby, never been heard.
Run little baby no cries
This skin these skies
Run little baby no cries make it clean.
Scratch it. Stop it. Make it clean.
scratch scratch sunny dropped the needle
on the record. sunny dropped the pills
on the record. sunny dropped the pills
on the bed scratch scratch scratch sunny
falls down dead. Don’t cry sunny.
Don’t, don’t die sunny. Skin to Flesh to Bones.
No sunny no. Hush to flesh and bones.
Don’t cry, little baby, don’t say a word.
Hush little sunny. Skin to flesh to stones.
Make it clean, piggy. Life to pills and bones.
Scratched skin scabbing weeping over.
Baby these skies those cries. Hush little love.
Skin to Flesh to Bones. Bleeding love
Scabs scratches never heard. 

The moment after the blast
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Down, press on, to a deeper dark
Pushing past the unexplainable
Down to a different kind of silence
Where your body feels as mystery-shrouded
As the distant shores of Australia.
Imagine a whole, heaving whale world
That gobbles up cartographers like krill
Where the sun can’t stretch to cover the earth,
And it can’t sum up even part
Of what you’ve lost.
And everything is consumed, is burning,
With the desire to turn a page
That has been ripped out of your spine
And you’re in your own private spiral
That rotates to a different orbit
Circling like sharks around that one moment:
And outside, the world just keeps turning
Without you.