You
heard it here first folks
that
old song that's been playing since the dawn of man
as
old as anything
and
fresh as a rip in tights
that
hole exposing the flesh beneath the dark fabric
we
heard what it's all about
in
the soul of sol y sombre
and
from the cheap seats lit candles
not
to forget the book
of
the laconic erotic
written
there in blood
that
I saw Death reading
detailing
the old song of longing
knowing
the author's words won't return
except for in the mouths of others
except for in the mouths of others