i met a bottle on a bridge's tongue
that licked the blood from my left thigh
stiff lips on chilled moist filter, he and i
enjoyed the river's painful song
i told him about the friends i had
when there wasn't air left to breath
fear so thick, it shook the teeth
that gnawed on burning homes of stalingrad
he smiled and drank from my left eye
the tears only children dare to spill
his turret paused with a oiled sigh
as if recounting the killed
stitching together the undamaged silence
for a trembling child in a saliva-filled well