Jan 142015
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. 
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 
Filched infinity from moldy bloods; 
Animal and man I dug for sup 
And killing and kissing gave forth God.

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