Foundation

Fucking Like Animals,
Drinking Rainwater As Bones Break
Parapets
And Crack The
Bedrock

And Hands Choke The Soil
And Tore, Our Child
Alive
For The First Time
Debased.

What Do We Do Next But
Displace
And
Replace
The Dirt Of His Opening Eyes.

CK

Last Orders

The Last Funeral Party
I Have To Organize
And This Party Is Near Over.
A Flash Bulb Like On Father's Leica
And I'm Sure That Doesn't Exist.

For The Road,
Generously Poured
By The Last Man I've To See.

I'll Call It A Night
When It Gets Dark In Here
And Then,
And Only Then Can I Realise There Was Something
I Forgot To Say.

CK