I have found that room
all laced with my ghosts
the bed covered in skin
blood spent on its back
listen to that muse cry
how she intones with gentle bells
distant murmurs of passing trains
time held in decay
I held my teeth
felt a swooning in my ribs
devouring smiles related to me
by weak love and done deals
this room shakes in the evening
like the crushing hoofs of God
dancing on the walls, determined
to create a new life in me
