people prance like  puppets and the pulpits fill with blood

stepping in their frenzy on the bodies in the mud
the marrow in their bones has long since turned  to ice
now the earth is getting warm and it drips out through their
eyes
every fifteen minutes someone calls me up at home
leaving urgent messages to please pick up the phone
and  all these words i write
they seem to turn to stone
rolling off the paper landing on my toes
my right eye
and my left eye
they tell me different tales
and i didnt feed the cat today and didnt check the mail
im sitting in my room and i cant believe my eyes
rolling to oblivion at the speed of lies