The Coldest Air
by Nevada Kerr

A clod of a rock-lover
Yawns between thrusts
Pierces a dead-lover
Behind the wall of trust

Bereft of a cross
And chosen by the slain
He can't forgive a fleshless body
Scavenging for blame

The yawning gulf
Between an orphan and an heir
Leaves the stray boys hovering
In the coldest air

Fear is the ghost
A boast between their legs
Jagged, waving hands
Reach them from the dregs

They're pumping it up in the garden of celibates
Love like barley bristling in the heat
Then a cold blast of laughter pours from a virgin
And thick, bulky boys recoil in defeat

They grope to anoint
The shadow-beast between them
But the coarse meal they share
Will never sustain them

The clod of a rock-lover
Mutters angrily
As desire exhorts
A hidden litany

He sings before
The augurs of doom
And cries out for covering
When mercy leaves the room

A bull of a man
Bows to cadavers
And thinks with a mind
Bent inward from chatter

He points his battle-flag
And his horny tongue
In the direction
Of the stiff boys he hung

Encrusted in raw flesh
And a ruffian's hustle
Love gathers dust
Flexing hopeless muscle

Written by Nevada Kerr
12th January 2002.