The Oldness
Something wrong
Will molest you in drug stupor
On onslaught, constant and dry
Web of oldness makes creaking timbrel sounds
Beneath the grass, beyond the sky
Teasing dirty furry abominations
Will lick you awake and eat your weight
Before and after the words
Get down, put your arms under your body
The oldness I dreamt
That I was aloft on beating wing
A sound unlike any bird's
Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a great bat's wing, oh, the oldness
