The pills are communion to you,
Each one bringing you closer to the most high.
The prophet’s cane, though a weapon
For destruction, seeks salvation for you.
‘THERE’S NOTHING LEFT’, ‘PIECE OF A DREAM’, ‘THERE WAS ALSO A CANDLE ON THE TABLE’ & ‘THE WOUND IS FULL OF BLOOD’ (four poems by Ivan de Monbrison)
There was also a candle on the table.
Pen, paper.
And the head that someone put there.
He must have forgotten it.