"Blake for rapers"

lack of breath,
sketch of Spain.
we stand to rest,
we dance to say.

the time will come
to fear and grow:
mounts of sperm,
hearts of snow.

but when you find
we are that near,
come and cry,
life is queer.

when wake to sleep
and sleep for fake,
try to skip
love’s delay.

first the blame,
then the drag.
we lie our names
and kill our deads

we love for pain,
we loose our hats.
sketch of Spain,
lack of breath.