His nose is bustled in my neck
Hazy. Bigots always saying sorry
While they’re standing over the body
Somehow, somebody’s face is missing
Tantra chain lock collars, unmasked dogs
I can picture the minutes, feel the minutes
Before his body hits the cement
Billboards make the brainwaves sway
Breathing out like a contaminated street vent
Knock me to the ground, watch and wait
Until the slime comes out. Abort the only flesh left
I spy head against brickwork
His smells conquered. Hands limp, freezing over
Snot slides down into my mouth. You’re not mine now
Taken away