2. Secrets of the meat
It’s so hard to stay awake
Amongst the smell of burnt flesh
In ashen tones…
A sudden memory
And the caress of the flies,
All the horrors, all the fears,
Every fake caress and tear,
Everything you mother said,
Everything your father did…
He shows me the secrets of the meat,
The taste of sperm dripping from my mother’s legs.
I will be the obscene reminder,
I will be the stain inside him;
I’m the child upon your bed
Breeding pestilence and hate;
A piece of glass falls from my hand
(I still f*** Victoria in my dreams)
