Removables

Conscience binds you in chains
 Trail by stone hammer and nails
 No- one made the holes but me
 Misery mourns to be devoured
 Killed God blood soiled unclean again
 Killed God soiled skin dead again
 Again everywhere again
 All removables, all transitory
 All removables, passing always
 All removables, all transitory
 All removables, passing always
 Never grown preserved gently
 A bronze moth dies easily
 Unknown to others weak to me
 Broken hands never ending
 Aimless rut of my own perception
 Numbly waiting for voices to tell me
 For voices to tell me
 All removables, all transitory
 All removables, passing always
 All removables, all transitory
 All removables, passing always
 All removables, all transitory
 All removables, passing always