The Silent Catastrophe

I wake from a burning sleep

And dreams that split open the night

Dreams fed with blood from knives

And kept alive with broken lives

Midnight spilt across night skies

This is the time for telling it

As it really is

And still a knife sleeps warm in the wound

Wakes and slips a kiss

Between the lips of the skin

A love as deep

As blood is sweet

And the noise of the jaws