The Untitled

The Untitled

Now embrace inside
the ossuary.
Bone brothers licked
clean of skin's misdirection.
The final white
lightning underground.
City above
their spectral lips blossoming
with rats, above
their oneiric birds.
The city in gear and toggle,
its consecrated call and response.
Someone stops in his path,
a bone bursts inside the clock.
Time floods his flesh,
night's hair clogs his mouth.