WE smoke the toenails and hair   of the wiseman   under a BLACKGOD's thumb   we dance like painted puppets   she bleeds orgasm in techni-color   an ocean of alien mystery   we eat the wiseman's eyes   for sight that we might   see the darkness if we kill   the lights fast enough   we eat the brain and pray   that our eyes can open wide enough   we burn the dry shell, a funeral chant   the pulse quickens and we dance   as the blossoms fall   a scattering of dust to the winds   this celebration of old skin   I feel every flower that is   screaming to consume you   the earth and sky your cradle   the earth and sky entomb you   so is the way of forever   teeming with simple cruelties   beatings in cold rooms   hands and head not found