: libre

I stand with you now, my friend
My razor tongue is licking your rosy cheeks and battered ears
   and I whisper sordid secrets that are neither true nor false
I hold your hand in defiance
   and amplify your feeble voice against evil
I hold your spine and shake most violently

The truth-tellers are talking
   stay silent, o howling wind of liberation
The news of another notion, unsound

Encapsulate the night!
   wrap up the truth in candy-striped paper
   and throw us a blood-sodden
      torn and holey
      rotten through the core
   party

Rejoice with me
   for we have denominated the devil
And I shall get to fulfil my own

Every bullet hole in our holy town
   is an orifice for me to rape
   every woman slain is my whore
      and every precious child crying
         a golden orb of fire

Tip-toe through the naked night
I hold you all so close
   and from my lap
   they spring
Newborn, clean and washed

When I die, I slay a hundred
When I die, I raise a thousand
   every glob of spit brings rain
   every stone a hailstorm

I am the redness of the morning sun
   and I stand with you now, my friend