devotion is dead

when did my ardor

surprise you?

did it leap forth in the

calm

of the night

or spindle its way into

your mind

your useless head

cracked like an open seam

in my eyes

only the shattered remnants

of love remain

you are my cold Michelangelo

looking up

while I stare mercilessly down

on you

a thin cage

dignity stomped

under the balls

of defeat

America was being crushed

by a thin

cage

while page after

page

of glossy

ghosts

mocked my slow

heart

red hands

white noise

blue eyes