Like Luther's Army
And Abel's Brother
I Woke to Find

Only to Smother
An Angel Fat
At Satan's Feast

Where Falsehood, Childhood, and
Loneliness Cease


Delicate Like Grief
I Am Rapist Well-Heeled
Double the Echo of Silence

Like a Dusty Dead Rose
Contaminate With Neglect
Every Little Heart

Should End Up Broken
And Shrouded by Fog


Like Luther's Army
And Abel's Brother
I Woke to Find

Only to Smother
An Angel Fat
At Satan's Feast

Where Falsehood, Childhood, and
Loneliness Cease


Asleep in The Stubble of Autumn
The Pain was Calvary
Our Living on Empty!

The Dead of It-
The Dread of It-


Like Luther's Army.........