_Perfect_ is a strong word.

Overused and underrated.

_Murder is easy. _

We do it all the time.

We’re burning

the false flag at this point

and flying the captain’s skin.

I’ll write

with the blood of my hands,

smearing verse

until they’re clean of you.

Hatred of the image-bearer,

daggers to the throat,

clubbed with noisy gongs,

clashed with symbols,

dashed and thrashed

with vainglorious clamor

burning us away

with kindly and hellish intent

—— draw me with your cords of love

quarter me so I may be rinsed

of this dreaded, feral ichor

washed of the crimson guilt

that makes me to witness

love me to death,

and go on

and go on, you lover,

you thief