Luther’s Army Death in June

Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
An angel fat at
Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased

Delicate like grief
I am rapist, well-healed
Double the echo of silence
Like a dusty dead rose
Contaminate with neglect
Every little heart
Should end up broken
And shrouded by fog

Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
An angel fat
At Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased