- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
Someone sold me for gold; Ingot rolled, shiny bars sculpted Like cold hands warming With friction from counting coins. Like females' bodies sold, Painted sweet like ecstasy seeping Between bones burnt in prayer Encased in gold; a gift to a Magi.
Promises, secrets spilling Through painted lips, forbidden, Forebodings of curses laid to rest But awakening know the furnace heat That melts skin to shiny baubles, To satiate like sex, like wine and sin But even gods dying with stained garments Bleeding wet foot prints on asphalt, From altar to bank, From womb to grave.
Encrusted fingers kissing liquid lips, Warming the skin like sun rays As golden-toned greed Like Midas reborn, Like the sour ripeness Of the orange before rot Sucks on its skin and births worms, Slips into hearts and squeezes blood, Pumps bile and hunger and thirst And a golden boy's skin, Son of someone forgetten Between heaven and hell, Cackles before warriors Like a battlefield fading, sacrifice done.
Sin eater, Gorging on flesh and blood, Diseased lips kissing the mons veneris Of the earth, taking earth and blood, Piss and sweat, rubbing it Into the skin of the world Like a child in the dirt, Give it a piece and call it, Gold.