Headstones cultivate their worn out names
like abandoned litter
decomposing on the edge of a desert highway.
stardust lived once
and died twice.
The city is sleeping, a
frozen beneath velvet sheets of permafrost.
fades into history,
thither-o're the metropolitan horizon.
I'm swathed in legions of lilies
those ominous floral grave-keepers.
I inhale the rancid blood of the dead;
upon degeneration, I lay my weary head.
winter lingers onward
in forget-me-not red.
These days are pure
without the merest trace
of the human race.
So I hibernate for the planet-fall.
I am there-
my name is engraved in ruby dust
and that bed of crimson daisies
has beckoned me to rust,
'til the renewal of eternity.
Soon, I'll reawaken
leading the corpsified insurrection
and we'll establish immortality
in lieu of mortal law.
If you should seek common ground
we will welcome your sacrifice
and bathe in your living blood.
Oh, do join in!
you'll only die
to live again.
by LITTLE STAR