flesh builds up a resistance
flesh builds up a resistance
(to touch)
when a scorpion’s tail
or a whoring cry
puts the fear of death
into a heart
cowering, in fear
these battered souls
cursed (to touch)
for being just that, men
for whom a peaceful moment
is but a dream, waiting
for a soft caress, a whisper
nothing more
flesh builds up a resistance
(to pain)
man preys upon man, weaker
than he, men who curse
and pass sentence
on other men
these bones, yet whiter
that charge the night
hands raised up, cursing
the scorpion’s tail, fearless
but in a dream, cowering
for flesh builds up a resistance
(to touch)
putting fear, into the hearts
of battered souls
and men
