Fresh Kill

tracking the fresh kill
steps on the path away from you
so far now

leaves and whistles from the dream
swirl and surround
shining faces turning
turning away into shy skies
babes and angels
scholars and sinners

reconnections, shouting into aether
electricity has closed us off so
we rejoice moderately at nothing more
than a glimpse
playing spot the humanity
in our own corpses

trails and tribulations
lead to the same bloody end
by the well and the water