Back and forth On a checkerboard Heaving silk Your sick smile Were these the cities How did they die Who threshed And threshed Outside the cities Who starved and sank On the plains "No real truths Only stratagems" From your tongue Your eyes Back and forth On a checkerboard Like mine Jaundiced brow Clotted blood
MAX THRAX is fiction editor of Apocalypse Confidential. His novel God Is A Killer is available now from Close To The Bone.
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