Oh, loss. You hard and dull drag of a thing, you constant
ache, you impairing crippling relentless howl.
I hate you.
I smell your smoking ovens, hear your cackling grave-watch,
feel your creeping decay, see your black eye-sockets
Oh, loss.
You shyster, you faker, you shape-shifter, you fraud and
counterfeit. Your dull drone drowns a song.
You sudden shimmering flashing horror show, you ugly painted
harlot, you hammering knocking pretending stench.
Oh, loss.
I know you and dread you and try not to think of you and you
won’t leave.
Oh, loss, loss, loss.
You dead and dying creeping crying decaying braying plaguing
pretender.
Jesus will undo you, Jesus will erase you, Jesus will make
me forget you forever and ever.
Have your fun now. Your time’s coming.
Oh, cross, cross, cross, where my Savior lost and lost and
lost and sent time spinning and evil running and life coursing and coming.
Oh, grave where is your sting?