BURNING FLESH

Savor from thy
Ember eyes, the
Fruit of blood
The burning flesh
Hanging down
The branches of air
Shooting black clouds

Here is the real fruit
The bones
For the crow’s canine
For Dog’s saliva
Bloody rain, and
The sucking wind

Here is the real play
The double bones
Rotting before the sun
Crumbling down
Embers of bitter faith