For Basil

By Azalea Geist

there is a hole behind his eyes
long gone, 	long gone
direct satan to connection
world end? 	world end!
are hands my quivering
oh, father. 	      oh father

for prayer no possession
weighted! 	weighted!
out and bury him
blanket! 	blanket!
the music for that plays credits
hold note / 	hold note

don’t boys cry, dad?
sometimes, 	some times.
empty for but empty
at fault. 	at fault.
there is a hole in front my eyes
long gone, 	       long gone