The bridges of Madison County are
we are burning
As I watch your body fall,
through sky and sea and ash and fire;
while I’m pushing myself through
incoherent substrata featured on the midnight news.
And in particular your lips,
as they move rings around my
prick; the public displays of
affection we give each other.
As I push you, head first,
and I say head in the most
deviant way possible;
Head first, into the mire of the saints.