text: Death is there
  She said The worlds gonna die.
  You know, the world, the earth.
  Its gonna be over
  And he said well I never lied to you
  You see I could explain sex in a minute but death I cant explain
  Wanting to die
  Since you ask, most days I cannot remember
  I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage
  Then the almost unnameable lust returns
  Even then I have nothing against life
  I know well the grass blades you mention, the furniture you have placed under the sun
  But suicides have a special language, like carpenters, they want to know which tools, they never ask why build?
  Twice I have so simply declared myself
  Have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy
  Have taken on his craft, his magic
  In this way, heavy and thoughtful, warmer than oil or water
  I have rested drooling at the mouth-hole
  I did not think of my body at needle point
  Even the cornea and the left over urine were gone
  Suicides have already betrayed the body
  Still-born, they dont always die, but dazzled, they cant forget a drug so sweet that even children would look on and smile
  To thrust all that life under your tongue
  That, all by itself, becomes a passion
  Deaths a sad bone; bruised, youd say
  And yet she waits for me, year after year
  To so delicately undo an old wound
  To empty my breath from its bad prison
  Balanced there
  Suicides sometimes meet
  Raging at the fruit, a pumped up moon
  Leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss
  Leaving the page of the book carelessly open
  Something unsaid, the phone off the hook
  And the love, whatever it was, an infection