Thirty Short Poems About My Favorite Black Metal Band
twenty
always be afraid
of the small things
consider the toothache
whose physical mass
is utterly negligible:
the heat
turns inward on itself
like a self-detonating star
so too Drastus
and his friends if he has any
songs that attempt to hide themselves
in almost every way they can
open palms pushing the camera away
if there were one, which there isn't
prayers to no-one
more pious than a billion decades of the rosary
loud amplifiers in naturally soundproofed
caves
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