Sliding harmonics as trails encircle
pulse of dark matter across my brow
wine stain bruises dusked black purple
moldy water for pigs awash in the trough.
Lay him in a manger of black figs and honey.
Lay him in cloth bands of hellish device.
Feed him the milked of the damned as money
to cross over the border of blackest vice.
The cattle lows, newborn goats glisten
wet with the dew of a motherless child
whores flock to him, red hair abandon
and the dead love infants tender and mild.