The Boar'S Snout

His nose is bustled in my neck
Hazy
Bigots always saying sorry
While they're standing over the body

Somehow, somebody's face is missing
Tantra chain lock collars, unmasked dogs
I can picture the minutes, feel the minutes
Before his body hits the cement
Billboards make the brainwaves sway

Breathing out like a contaminated street vent
Knock me to the ground
Watch and wait until the slime comes out
Abort the only flesh left
I spy head against brickwork

His smells conquered
Hands limp, freezing over
Snot slides down into my mouth
You're not mine now

Taken away
Taken away
Billboards make the brainwaves sway
Taken away