My Bone
I broke my words free From tune to tale, Toppled their scaffolds. Thus, I must break From Christ’s corpse And Marx’s corpus. My root buds this sentry Petal, whose blossom blooms My next beginning. So I sing my song; It’s speech, language Alone, crutchless. Let my blood-drum Drop their strums and stories, Staining this sheet music. Enchant this breath I’ve made my bone.


Enchant
Enchant!
Enchant this breath!