Killings

so consistently, we've owned you

history, conquered a greater future

for you and i sailed the rocky waters

survived the emotions in the waves

we rode out in the face of their reluctance

to accept us in the mirage of people

passed like we use to, embracing her small

structure, physical and new as he

to me he's reborn, livid and fallen

succeptible to the same risks

her influence clutches onto me

like the bumps that uncover me

unwillingly exposed, even less,

to die in the hands of a ghost

with which she leaves me

naked and chilly, alone

for my own understanding went

gone, with the desire she may once have inspired

in me, on the surface of my skin

i am worn like bristles on an old broom

with which you've used much too much

as the means for which you swept away

that sense of self, created in our absense

our ignorance in the interruptions caused

in the ax itself we are killing her

in our memory, i really couldn't weep

for this celebration is yet another occasion 

to find yet another reason for my own erasure

deemed magical, the future sounds promising

in that i am rewarded, yet another round

i remember her, blankly staring into the nearly distant

not quite invisible history

i can't quite mourn in his presence, not yet