how soft must

flesh be to be

eaten by worms

how soft

Satan lies in his

ravenous sleep

when witch tongues

eat him out

on Walpurga’s Eve

how soft

how

resist

at an entrance like

this, initiation

abyss

I would quietly go

cold on my way down my veins

ain’t a sacrifice game

a bereavement nook

I had it inside me

breached body and soil

to come to

when I get

home to my lips

I will use them