The angel on a cross Nailed palms disemboweled Spilling fluids that congeal into cracks The still body marries the wood And I am relieved Dancing in foreign rhythms forming patterns Only seen from above As we play with the flames Simply at play with each other Nowhere to hide in the sunlight On horses now blades drawn Unblinking eyes cast down their gaze "Run!" climbs out of my mouth and I laugh I enter into the deep tunnel of my mother's cavern And I have one question Are you here now I'm born again for the tenth time And I'm atop my horse on the other side A cacophony of hilarious abortion The sky is crying a blood red I feel the ghost of midnight rub my crooked fangs Snort, look up at the sky, smile, and sigh Maybe I'll be next but I don't care They're still running, but they're finally getting the joke