i am

abandoned

in every direction

like the death of my father

upon me worst still

the growing weight of growing

the culmination

of the world

i am draped atop

the beautiful

and far below i gaze

to be forever shrouded

in absolute heightinfiniteness

the giving hands of bright eyed-women

and across their lips

the shining lies

of giving

each row of plenty

is enough for slaughter

the gallons of blood

in garnished white flowers

in lue of orchids

we have slaughter

in way of wonderful

we have the terrible