In a cold night
Of somebody. Is there other
Breath? What did I say?
Or do?
Mercy.
MERCY!
There is nothing,
But did I do it? I did something.
Merciful, merciful
O God, what? And
Am I still drunk?
Not enough O
Is there any light O where
Do you touch this room?
O father
Of Heaven my head cannot
Lift but my hand maybe
Nobody is breathing what weapon
Was it? Light smashes
Down there is nothing but
Blood blood all over
Me and blood. Her hair is smeared.
My God what has got loose
In here at last? Who is
This girl? She is
Some other town some far
From home: knife,
Razor, fingernails O she has been opened
Somewhere and yet
She sighs she turns in the slaughtered sheets
To me in the blood of her children.
Where in what month?
In the cold in the blood
Of life, she turns
to me, and my weapon
will never recover its blood.
Who is
This woman? No matter; she is safe.
She is safe with me.
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