descendant
listen. i tell you i am beast
you nod with no idea what that might mean
there is no mark. no bruise on head or hand
this is not an allegiance. this is identity.
listen. beast is the place where all things exist
beast is mind and nerve and the great space between
beast is gap, shroud, denial, and obselete instinct.
i am this. i am already seen.
i dream.
new colors. no words.
eyeing over this earth with ceaseless tomb energy
here is your little horn, this known alien face
all that remains. read my name. all that remains.
dischord
they say that sound never dies
somewhere in space, it echoes still
there, in the icy dark
is the transfixed memory
of your brief laughter
here, we are silent
and what we do not say of you
roars, unborn, at electric volume
in the dark
with nothing to glance off of
no ear to claim or bind it
your guitar screams on
music driving its fierce gleam
a tapestry of blood and lightning
and black vicious glory
and the gunshot
they say that sound never dies
somewhere in space, it echoes
still
for Brandon Lee
dies irae, dies illa
