Doodlying On Dangerous Ground

If only the sky would crack
the moon open bloody blood blood
and death in a torrent wash over us all
in one sanctifying flood

If only the sun would sear
the earth with a flamy flame flame
and burn us all at once at stake
we kindling of aggregate shame

But the heavens don’t notice at all
the song of the spheres goes mute
as one by one we go into the dark
and Nobody gives a hoot

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