Sabine

A subpoena  I send to you Sabine  To the Court of Birds  that see no frowns of malice  nor recognise the curl of the lip  The defence that must fall from your patched Tongue  skewered and faltering  will no doubt wilt  in the Misery of that injustice  where you glance and  Judgment be made  Cursed is your nature Your drowsy lids poisoning  the Strangers that grace lowly beings Your kohl sinks your eyes  into the putrid swamps  that belongs your soul  The oceanic conch rolls  removed of its Creature in sandy depths  An empty vessel hollow of mind  wanting of Master  gasping, grasping for silvery clay  the Agar. devoid of Conscience, removed of mine