11 – Zeroplay
(first voice)
On the wake of the fever
you can hear every sound of the womb...
In the church of the Grey
Sharp every vulgar smile
You are No one… and I’m No one
Painting the silhouette of a headless child
Licking the dust from the blood
Laughing and drawing circles in shadow play.
(second voice)
And on every single house
The horrors gather around the table
Weak children sharpening an incestuous smile
Clean clothes and forced hands
Shivering on their open chest…
