Sex and Murder Magazine
who sings at the window?
By David McLean
who sings at the window but the screaming dead
and their words are absent and full of nothing
like universal heat death and animal sex
wherever worlds sleep restless
under some loveless summer sun,
immortal like a deer dying forever
between the teeth of a happy predator
who is better than any god
by the gift of being
because what It gives is murder
and whatever the fuck it wants to,
little man. It does not depend on you
