I Am the Sun

I am the sun, blood-orange, claws and teeth
Seraph’s trumpets sound, flags flap in the wind
I lick the skies, close your eyes and see
The blood-orange is the last you’ll see before eternity
Your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well
Drain that cradle, dear sun, you are the god I worship the most
I hear bells as cannons and then a terrifying silence
Clanks and tintinnabulation as religious rites
I clear my throat and scream at the winds
And the shrieks and shrills will silence the chimes
Your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well
Drain that cradle, dear sun, you are the god I worship the most
Suicide, hung by garters, they dropped a bag of heads
Suicide, hung by garters, infants sucking tears