Have we mentioned anything about the old truck in that field up north,
abandoned by its maker and truest love.
It was a moment of grace when she slipped through my fingers
into the diamond sky of fear
screaming mad words into the mouth of joy.
Tomorrow we will see with codes and symbols
that all we have touched with our hands,
we will see that beast in the eyes of our carrion love,
hungry for young meat,
our hands touching,
feeling for light,
shaping the face of the greatest monster of all,
For a promise of love,
we will murder the whole world.
We like what you’ve done with the place.