"Slain by your zirconium smile
I was slain by your olivine eyes.
Slain, I was lying in piles
Hoping shovels would cast me.
Furnaces burn everlasting black tattoos of you onto me
Furnaces burn everlasting black tattoos.

Burn, Brand my memory
Black, a tattoo of you
Wash me with your mouth
Brackish bright water from your eyes.

Spill my ashes to the wind
Ghosts can gather what they've found
Now we can struggle in the web
We can struggle with white spider stars coming down
And night blowing black from the ground."

-Laura Veirs