Killing a Sword

Everything visible is empty A ruin which represents another ruin Vermilion like the throat of dawn I am particularly interested in forgeries Come, lash back with tail, endure thy own scourging From utter abhorrence of love I measured the shadow cast by the mirror That old and evil plumage happily brought to earth Seawater and vomit Fresh blood dabbling the face of the ground Crying the neck Killing a sword