LYRICS
In pitches inaudible to humans:
A body: flayed; governing; of water
(The first thing to do is slice off the beaks:
Free of a mouth they cannot make noise)
Scattering, dropping, dispersing fragments
(at North Fourty-one degrees Forty-three minutes Fifty-two point Zero Two
East Twelve degrees Seventeen minutes Twelve point Five seconds):
Skin bubbling, boiled before butchering;
Split from the palate down to the sternum;
Poison corroding the stomach lining;
(You, protagonist: enjoy this pain, too)
In dialects imperceptible to humans:
A body: of water; flayed; governing;
(The next thing to do is to tar the wings:
Invisible against the blackened sky)
Scattering, dropping, dispersing fragments:
(At the place next to where we last left them):
The flicker of the sponsors' commercials
Intervals of colour fall on your neck
(Refrigerators, toothpastes, smiling cheeks)
Synchronized with the spasms in your gut
With veiling meshes rendered in marble:
A body: governing; of water; flayed;
(One must always poach and stomp the lain eggs:
Nesting instincts compromise loyalties)
Scattering, dropping, dispersing fragments:
(at the points where language layers like fogs):
Endlessly circling rose-coloured ruins;
(As rain bleaches, as sun burns [over time]);
As heat coaxes coals from grey-black to white;
As support shifts from buildings to scaffolds
With subjectivities rendered as walls:
A body: defined by fragilities
(Twist off the neck if a mistake is made:
No room for error; pragmatic, ruthless)
Scattering, dropping, dispersing fragments:
(With meanings carved out, like shavings of lead):
(Silent, against the light of the sunset);
Undetected detonations of bombs;
Cameras operated by shadows;
As meanings hollow again: with "An End"...
