love (revised)

These are the wings I borrowed.

Icarus I caress and he could not

care less, no self respect 

they make jerky of his flesh 

and erect

a statue on the spot where he landed.

The fall is over;

we are now fallen.

Slabs of silk 

chiselled into bricks

for god to carve our voices out of.

Yet we take up our own knives to crater our names

into the memory of man.

And on the 7th day we rest.

They teach us the dominant ideologies

in order for us to avoid them.

This modern migraine would not exist without the pills which counter to it.

What other contracts could we sign together honey?

We will fill the mortuary with mortgages 

never paid and claim 

the wedding rings as public property. 

It's such a shame 

that we will evolve without fingers to ring.

No need then

for opposable thumbs,

we will weld 

our engagement bands to our foreheads

-futile hands.

Then to claim them from us when we meet 

eternal sleep 

they'll ring pull open our skulls.

The empty hiss of our brains 

gone flat 

released. 

Peace. Our greatest achievement;

all bills square before we are boxed and packaged back into the earth.

We have made it.

This is it.

I think this feeling is happiness.

I am smiling when the rigamortis 

begins.

Empty signifier of empty rings.

Erect a statue from my skin.

Smiling as rigamortis begins.