Oh cutter of veins Thou who parts flesh Red are the roses you grow Let me this night Be the soil from which you nourish Deliver into limbs Your rhythmic slaughter Tender is the wound Shooting trickles through the sky And the freezing that follows Ramming concrete The snap of wet bone Protruding its wrappings And the sickening delight Of discovering therein;
There is virtue in mourning Stab and burn With slashing vengeance Like a constant churn This millstone penance I loose well if nothing else I smile not Life pa**es by With giant leaps In slow motion Steal not this from me Oh beautiful love Undeserving as I am Of your caring affection Chances are I'll let you all down The essence of my being