Christopher Barnett Denis Ameslon

depth's
depth

papa legba
let us look
shallow
grave

i be
buried for some
time
now

cure
burned alive
curse's
body broken

hauling this
body through haunted
passages

strangely
still
standing
up
straight

papers
peeling off
skin

after
skin

layer
after
layer
you knew

you knew
serpent

so strong
under my skin
so

so
it is

sung
tonight

studio

so beautifully

melody
forgotten
when moon
murdered

when moon murdered
legba
old man
lost voice

within viper
you knew

you knew
you knew that

earth
erupted

words
wound
evisceration
each thought
interrogated

again
& again

beginnings
endings

whatever you want
to call them
call them
papa

call them now
in horse's hours

did you dance
or was that
writhing
with wraiths

wear you robe
of flesh

try to pronounce
premonition

speak

sing

scream

it hard
ly
matters
to
matter

hard
ly matters
at all
grab
abacus

beats it
against skull

until balls
fall

bloodied

bellowing

divisions
subtractions

scene so squalid
you recall
precisely

perfectly
draw

dread
closer

draw
dead
closer
kiev 1942
portrayal
of crowds
chasing one
another

& animals
blades
& spades

crashing
crushing
& cutting

noise
not nature

noise
nausea

premeditated
pandemonium

discord
degraded into din)

noise
not
nature

let me swim
in ebony sea

let
ebony sea
swim
through me wind
wounded by breath
trembling

trepidation

foreboding

frightening
figures
have come
to comprehend
completely

name of numbers

flinch

shudder

archaic
images immersed
in intestines

from first
noise

noise
not nature

pool
of piss
running
down
legs

shower shame
shelters
from worst

worse coming
comes

so it it

it is so

come
ô clouds
come

outcome
obvious

i dead

body broken

short
breaths

before it’s time
to give account
broken into breath

reach reluctantly
for remains
for body here

hell horizon
down passage

down
below

recall
outline in cave

fashioned
with feet
against wall

drawing
dread

pity
pity

illustration
of illumination
immolated

devour
morsel
by morsel

images immerse
in intestines

slither
through fissures

time triggered
fall

you cannot answer
here & now
without weeping

dominion

realm

realm
rattling
cage dragged
down corridor
by beast

beyond
writhe
when worlds
waver

writhe
cut throat

live
by river
& weep
into water

open gates

so saliva
reaches level
of blood

gates gone
gathered
at graves

wind
words

here
horizon hell
clear

fecal fog
finished
off
tongues torture

so serpent sang
to skull

from first
to last

shelter shredded
into scattered
scraps of skin

scratch
deep
in earth
with force

you have
little

scratch

use utensils
created from carcasses

robe
of birds

specters surround
suspecting

choice charnel

mourn movement

be boat
or bird

no

no
appetite for answers

fibres
& flesh
history hole

hell
horizon
depth

depth
cannot conceive

thrash about
thickets

gravity
goes

twitch

tremble

twitch

tremble

meat
men

witness light
on one day
that was enough
punishment

waking
no point
in going
to sleep

no point
without going
down further
down below

in your mouth
they will find
no song
but songs

pulsing
through veins

vein to vein

sweat

saliva

higher ground

shallow
grave

body
lost

crawling
in corridors

endless corridors
to an arcade

chart
course

plague
higher calling

miners going further

pull thread
from seam
desperate proposals
leave or lose

go back
to beginning

repeat
word into word

sentence into sentence

phrase into phrase

gale going
through bones

this geography
annihilate them all

don't go

witness
clearly collapse

inhale

exhale

wait for blossoms
to blemish

inevitable
decline

beautiful soil

your deprivation

destinies
destitute

weight
of wonder

weight
of years

weight
of wing

time into time

stone after stone

all night
night into night

horizon hell

horses run
in rings
old man naked
except for hat

celebrate
hard time

howl
for history

then ask
for syringes
now

now in
night's knot

Christopher Barnet

Christopher Barnet

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