I was a scholar
once

Now I hide amongst
dead armies of
zombie consumption

Rider terror through midnight
highways unseen by the
undead

*she gave me things only trees
and stars and that old mountain
know about

We should have died to this world
together, let the animals survive on our
bones

that would have been
poetry

Such a beautiful
poet you are my darling
(the secret life I live
in your heart

what a welcome surprise;
a home to rest in.

those days on the Plateau
that goddess of a city
who gave us all her charms

I don't know why she loved me
so much

or how the gods allowed me to hear
you shouting down the street
that I was
"an enlightened prince")