when you do what you do
inside you it’s a who
reaching out black tree branches
thru your lungs and your eyes
in a white sterling darkness
neither dead nor alive
twisting morrow and bone
like a screw
when you do what you do
on her back spreading legs
raping death stilling breath
you become almost true
to the old silent ghost
open wings without feathers
nightingale in a worm
inside you
when you do what you do
yellow horse coming thru
he’s a you she’s a you
I am you you’re a goo
truth be told god aside
smashing wheat squishing wine
in a hell like a haven
lie is true
when you do what you do
saving god
loosing you in a war
no one knew
who is who what to do
just a drop in the dust
on an anti-baptismal mask
touch the final taboo
when you do what you do