what would you have me do today?

goodbye

I summoned you here

if just to hear your blood cry

up and down my cold and tired flesh

unbounded. God lies in the emptiness of the cranium

beyond the oceans of cerebrospinal fluid

that river around the Scylla and down through Charybdis

like droplets of mother's tears

freezing down the outside of the car window

tumbling down the spiralling caves

where old lamenters are sent to be forgotten

together with their dreams of long white flowering wings