How you murdered your family 
means nothing to me 
as your mouth moves across my body 

And I know your dreams 
of crumbling cities and galloping horses 
of the sun coming too close 
and the night never ending 

But these mean nothing to me 
beside your body 

I know that outside a war is raging 
that you issue orders 
that babies are smothered and generals beheaded 

But blood means nothing to me 
it does not disturb your flesh 

Tasting blood on your tongue 
does not shock me 
as my arms grow into your hair 

Do not think I do not understand 
what happens 
after the troops have been massacred 
and the harlots put to the sword 

And I write this only to rob you 
that when one morning my head 
hangs dripping with the other generals 
from your house gate 

That all this was anticipated 
and so you will know that it meant nothing to me. 
  

Bohemian Ink