Sweet Blood
In the future, only ice and sweet blood
We’ll all be wandering diabetics
In the future, veins a viscous flood
Hearts impaired, imploded apologetic
Only ice and sweet blood in the future
Only our anesthetic charms survive
What sticky deluge from loose sutures
What swallowed swords slit throats contrive
In the future, flowers creep wilted wounds
How the sweet blood feeds noonhour wraiths
Yet precise purple poisons weary wombs
And breeds knotted future in the faith
Whoever asked for flawed malleable mud
Whoever asked for warm flowing sweet blood