Incantation

my sickness:
beneath lousy market squares
   my tomb:

   upon stems and leaves

   resting like teeth

my resounding:

in the bellow 

in the hill to burn

       to burn

          and die
burning

oh, make me flame, 

ash, cinder, dust

oh, make me forgotten
and if you must
heal me
make me
numb.
    

make me numb
to music
that my knees
not buckle and sway

numb to lovers 

who'll not kill me

responding to split & stay

numb to worship

that I dream not 

of distant day

numb even to your hands

when you finally steal me away.