Removables

Conscience binds you in chains Trail by stone hammer and nails No-one made the holes but me Misery mourns to be devoured Killed God blood soiled unclean again Killed God blood soiled skin dead again Again everywhere again All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always Never grown preserved gently A bronze moth dies easily Unknown to others weak to me Broken hands never ending Aimless rut of my own perception Numbly waiting for voices to tell me For voices to tell me All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always