in the name of grand will


Heaven has fallen on your sheets,
Eyelashes cover the cloud death has erected.

Wet & lukewarm,
The night of spring snow
Has become a metamorphosis for the dogs to cry.

Hold still sweet mannequin,
The plastic wires will curdle
In a proposed way from the spray to land lightly.

Listen,
Now as the food hushes,
Air halts,
Hair crumbles,
We're together in the noise.

A blast in the nostrils from a nose let free
To eat charity in the name of grand will.