SlainBy your zirconium smileI was slainBy your olivine eyesSlainI was lying in pilesHoping shovels would cast meFurnaces burn everlastingBlack tattoos of you onto meFurnaces burn everlastingBlack tattoosBurnBrand my memoryBlackA tattoo of youWashMe with your mouthBrackish bright water from your eyesI’ll homing pigeon flyTo hover by your window white and shyHoming pigeon flyTo hover bySpillMy ashes to the windGhostsCan gather what they’ve foundNowWe can struggle in the web We can struggleWith white spider stars coming downAnd night blowing black from the ground…