Whose bones I break bear the ash Breath first tongued in soot; Whose back I bare endures the lash Of days as quick as coals. 5 Whose tongue I suck between two gasps Of bare babe's cry and skull's knobbed crack Vowels a violent void that snaps Babe, grave and groin in our kisses' black. Whose wormy, wasted soul I own 10 Filched infinity from moldy bloods; Animal and man I dug for sup And killing and kissing gave forth God.
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.