Visitation

When he sits you down, when he makes you eat
When he takes your hat, when he takes your keys
«Finally, please»
When he flicks an ash, when he frees a breath
When he stays your hand, when he shows your death
«Finally, please»
With a blinking light, with a fervent erasure
I could peel the night from the muscle of the sky
If the walls are wrong, of a height you can’t
Ever ascertain, and the teeth enchant
Finally, you’ve gone visiting
You will not recall if you wake or not
You will pyrolise until your veins are taut
«Finally, please»
With a blinking light, with a fervent erasure
I could peel the night from the muscle of the sky
In a palsied flight, with a ferric elixir
I could peel the night from the body of the sky