the contour remains
though indistinguishable
You non-entity
go on join ranks now
mute blind bleached skull,
wait your turn to be
crushed in the
killing fields...
You are one of us,
the moon dryed
faceless
I know
I have gazed through
strained silent sockets
watched my bloodless
indentation mouth
only empty o's
obliteration
obliterated god...







6 old applause
