Of all your dreams now toppled like
ancient Babylon into the sand ,
there is one that you embrace
with a certain ambiguity ;
a necklace of capillaries circled
by the intimate knife that sheds
your life’s delusions in a
welter of sacrificial blood ;
the Purple raiment unresponsive
to your gasping Salve Mia
the unerring blade elicits
the evocation of a name
heretofore denied by your own
discarded testimony ;
In vain your acquired hypocrisy
seeks a reprieve before
the primal scream
brings you face to face
with your own denouement .