We begged our children as bats
To eat the insects of our existence
To eat the insects feasting our illnesses
To eat the insects of our illnesses, the boils of us
To debride the blisters on our cheeks
To cleanse our lips their blisters
To make us smile again
To relieve us the maggots, their work being done
To feast on our insect illnesses
To guide us deaf, lacking radar
To guide us w stove-in radar and pituitaries
To steady us erratic
To sense for us deaf dumb blind deferred
To take our hands in their spiny small mouths
To say
“It shall be okay,
I shall show you the way”
To relieve us our dusks
To paint the night sky infrared
To teach us to feel once again
The cool night air
The mysteries within
To simply leave our house despite dusk onset
To abandon our careful cossets
To leave the bridge
To step off the bridge into the unknowns of the universe
To step off the bridge, to laugh at the unknowns of the universe
Our fine feathered friends
Greasy and oiled
The detritus of our lives, spoiled
Our souls upturned like any meagre excavation
Our spoil cast aside like any fighting position
Grenade sumps for the taking
The digging all night, the faking
To bring us slurps for our slaking
And the glorious relief of all
Good night good morning our saviors small
Fly thee sudden fly thee fast delay not the cuttings the spinnakers cast
Captain us home.
To lead us supine in tepid waters dusk upturned
For the love of gods
Captain us home