The Blood Song

The Blood Song


I know this blood…

It was spilled
a million nights ago…

It’s come back again,

it hangs
from the claws
of the song…

the song carries faces too,

of lovers breathing
in the white geometry
of the city…

and I know that song
all too well…

it tells
of the longing
for murder and sleep…

an animal longing
that seizes you by the neck
on full moon nights…

that noise
that noise

...and sometimes, the city vanishes
from my body…

and I am left with
a superhero in silhouettes
racing into the night…

but at other times,
the ping-pong dies
in her lips

and the blood song emerges
from the breast
of the angel…

then I bow before his singing

I murder and sleep.