the body is bat

i have a voice, don't i
and not from the torn eye
you tear up of us, so full
of vigor black
in white light you see us now
but cannot cry
and why should you

joints turn to
muscle turn to
goliath
and you
sit--

and even a rubber of
momentum cannot
keep you

i love you, you know
dress you in pearls
and other fine worlds
we've never been
but have always known--
i know

i know

i know the crow you strangle