It was a blessing,
The ignorance.
To strike
A silky reef
Between the planks,
Farewell between the ribs.
To headline godlike comedy
By chance.

What would they gain by knowing?
To slay a father by will
And not by chance,
To drive a court mad
Not for hasty revenge,
For the sweet love of fragmentation?

Would you tell Peter
Or Paul?
Would you buy Judas his drink
Say you had to talk?

Our eyes drink light
Like juniper gin
And where do we meet our hangover?
Our ears touch the wind
And where do we settle?
In a land of crenellations
Scorched by eclipse.

What do we gain from knowing the end?
A gutshot stumble home
To the heart
In the morning