The Detached

    e die,

    elcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,

    Stranglers to our outstretched necks,

    Stranglers, wher care nor

    care to kno

    DEAtERNAL.

    e pray,

    Savoring s teethed lies,

    Bellying the grounds before alien gods,

    Gods, wher know nor

    ERNAL.

    e love,

    Rubbing th gloved hands,

    Inverting our moutongued kisses,

    Kisses t neitouch nor

    care to touch if

    LOVE IS INtERNAL.