behind government doors

am I the apple of your eye

or the carrier of seed

which you desire to pluck out

bursting forth from the canvassed young

a power that drives men to murder

listing properties and warrants alike

a mad scramble for power takes place

listless bodies litter the ballroom

ball gowns and slippers led them here

now, they know needles and highs and lows

men without clothes take and give and kill

nobody ever leaves, not by personal will

you think you’re awake but you don’t know

the bloodshed right before your eyes

skulls and bones are a monastery beneath

let the two become one they say

so six men go inside of a girl who is barely six

months

old