A Companion For A Loose Lipped Kid.

A Recollection of Murder and Selfishness.


For minutes,
the clock stopped.
When the calf had dropped out of our sights
we immediately assumed the worst

that restless night proved to be the scar
our scar, one we'd share
for the rest of our time
and that night
eating us alive

We've found the calf,
but he's gored on those rocks
near the shore
under the cliff
and covered by life

it seems concrete but that
deception proves
costly
and now, like sun/s/e/t/:r/i/s/e
the calf has returned

trap doors have breathed new
life
into these clay lined lungs
yes, the light has parted
and split in two
the meanings

but now we have our prize
the calf shall run free
and still be lost inside


his blood will be the hue
of contrast
on the rock of which
it will finally rest
and the sun and it's
wrath
will burn it out.