I saw Venus lurking in Polaroid blue
Under the umbrella of October's dew
Where the buzzard sits on the skies dark crown
To picket the corpse of a cicada's frown
I am lost, I am found, in this empty veil
Will you spoon my fears like a slobbering male
It's a condition so clandestine clad
To...
So easy to sabotage the culture
Of some assassin known for stealth at night
Quick as a death star, descending vulture
With your blowguns, your katanas – your might
Slick as a sickle upon some foe’s throat
Your weight lost in shadows or forever flight
A face-shroud, wearing darkness...