Come travel the depths of this lonely night
Where knotted roots grope for a morsel
Amid the pale faces of flesh undressed
Whose pathways are smitten with pools of blood
That had once been pumped by a vital heart
Now lay stagnant, solitary tear drops.
“Besides,” she says: head bowing, smile sly,
“My boyfriend would really hurt you if he
Found out I was going to leave him for you.”
And suddenly I am flushed through the vein
Into cavern where the vultures might digest
The grim reality we all might call truth.
Outside I dine in tavern with maiden,