fairweather forge

dating history forge

wrought

big mirror shards

something in the style of final push

filial strokes

head

body

ego

bread

butter

fairweather

oh, can’t you be mine

you be mine

oh, but I’m gone

a thousand times gone

passage

you end where I take it

and that, too 

is where I begin.

foul your cock

make 

solid the rights to your waste

no children will come 

of this.