pairs of eyes that could confuse Icarus for the sun
honed in on the debased scene played out near pointed shoes
manila invites wedged between fingertips
written in forgotten tongues by forgotten people
dull against pomegranate veins swimming beneath skin
hugging cheekbones like it's afraid it'll be shed
lungs liquified in a hollowed chest; empty
like promises dripping from pointed canines
measly and rotten, adorning bittersweet cavities
they drink and drink and drink
from my stomach as if it's a chalice from the last supper
lined with the teeth of a queen
but they aren't biting back
treason at its finest
wear the enamel like a crown
they drink and drink and drink
but I have nothing left to give
cracked lips on coarse bone
this is their last meal
stale and encumbered with flies
broken ribs like the hafts of daggers
beaded with succus and brine
a wolf at the remnants of a lamb
they carve me out
-ken m 1/30/21
