So what do you think of this poetry
(maybe it takes you somewhere I have
never traveled)

Inside of a dream I never imagined
(If I could show you the crumbling cities
and the ecstasy behind the bubonic mists
(mists of decay)
Primeval cultures persisting
(inked into our faces, etched
with the wicked histories of heathens
and flesh-eaters)

We could have grown wings by now
(are you fierce and hungry
fiery and angel-dangerous)