I Am the Sun

I am the sun, blood-orange, claws and teeth

Seraph’s trumpets sound, flags flap in the wind

I lick the skies, close your eyes and see

The blood-orange is the last you’ll see before eternity

Your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well

Drain that cradle, dear sun, you are the god I worship the most

I hear bells as cannons and then a terrifying silence

Clanks and tintinnabulation as religious rites

I clear my throat and scream at the winds

And the shrieks and shrills will silence the chimes

Your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well

Drain that cradle, dear sun, you are the god I worship the most

Suicide, hung by garters, they dropped a bag of heads

Suicide, hung by garters, infants sucking tears