Death’s Head

Your thoughts cut through everything today.

Try and finish your vegetables.

Anyone who knows you knows your story.

Split the stick and there’s Jesus.

This was the year for fun.

The threat loomed and no one gave up.

We all waited for

the seal to break

and thousands of

butterflies to vanish

from the jar.

 

Like my fortune teller said,

you are not a handsome man,

while staring at the sun

for as long as our eyes could take.

We didn’t need to see though.

We had the kiss to look forward to.

Let the dry watermarks rise to reveal the tenth ring of Hell.

Keep your hands inside the boat.

-Vincent Dermody