Mark my safety on a line between dredge and transparency
Indicate where I’ll be in a year for the wellbeing of dependency
Instigate a moment that will make me worry for a while
End it for the time being and drink the tears of the nile
Produce the openness that we need desperately
Into each second, my friends I will leave
I will be alone and, in a moment, I won’t have a scare.
I will be alone and, in a moment, I won’t be a part of it.
But we can parley often enough for confusion
I will meet you on the edge of destitution.
And we can drink the blood of the committed.
Their screams are worth the bitterness that I swish around my teeth.
And my tongue loves the flavour but my stomach will reject it.
Make us vomit up the mess to a believing few.
And they will lap it up like thirsty dogs.