I can see it now,
though before I knew
it to be there.

You had no hesitation,
just clubbed through
to the raw intensity.

I find pieces,
jigsaw them together
in differing constellations.

Yes, I can see it now,
divine deftness of your
calling, mouthhole of extinction.

It has no ending,
my own annihilation,
my own brass rubbing.

Fingerprint of pulsebeat,
no right or wrong, light
or dark.

I let it out
on drunken nights
to dabble with humanity.

Am careful
to sedate with drugs :
write poems for it.