forbetter or forworse,
hung andrew lupin from the cleansing rope.
hoped dick and perry saw him hurt his only kin real sore.
was these castanets what score the death scene.
they've since went away
to this trip of a town.
at night
a few nights a month
the castanets click
scare animals begone
with their tremelo and bass,
and once again I see the ruin of all thawing space
crumble in rich, dirty
shards,
lacerating gaia in her torrential form.
I was the middle C when we found brother lupin to be guilty.
I was the middle C when we rid his cancer of the planet.
