Children
your eyes sparkle like the
Sun
Daddy
loves you
Children
you are the
ones
Daddy
loves you
Maman
let us share this bottle
wine not blood
Jimmy keep your head above the
flood
Kryssie smoke this weed for me
Rizla not foil is how it must be
let us sit naked babas asleep
let us lie naked
love is deep
Children
your eyes are closed
bonne nuit babas
emotions unclothed.

'The foam, the brine
comes a-rushing, an a-tumbling'...

Old Ink, the Devil Fish yearns for
shipwreck'd flesh. Mantle muscle,
cloak of Zeus. Lay down with him,

On the marriage bed.
Naked on the ocean shelf,
embrac'd in tentacle grasp, she falls entwined
in the octopus's caress. An underwater cradle
for her twisting heart.

Leviathan and castaway rejoice your
hideous coupling, like two leeches
bulging RED, the skin of blood
exchange. Watermarked and turbulent,
uncharted in its depths, orgasm
cracks the cavity in sweet seaweed
perfume.

I need to know
To put it in perspective
How many people died today
Not just in war or dispute
Forget politics
How many each day will die?
Is the number constant?
In hospital beds, on plush mattresses, on concrete
In pools and rivers and lakes and seas
A simple number
How many passed away.

Count the ones with fire on their tongue
Count the missing fingers and blood filled shoes
Count the dreamers who lay for weeks too tired ever to wake
Count the children on the roads beside bikes
Soft bunnies sprawled in perfect blood
Count the victims under white sheets
Their heads smashed through windshields
Count the slowly ravaged cancer sufferer
The sudden heart attack pain
The liquid chest of pneumonia
How many passed away today?
And how many were born?