You were a treasure, a find,
amongst the dusty rubble of barn commerce
and country living.
You were youthful, beautiful, cropped
right at the top of the skull, a forehead
of fur like a red carpet, presenting its prize.
Your documents were all in order,
as useful to you now as when you grazed
the sweet danger of a road unfortunate enough
to cut through the trees, as useful to me now as
indifference.
Certain animals were interested in your smell,
even now, sniffing at your curiosity.
But there was something going on, something
we couldn't see, and it was eating your marrow to dust.
It didn't come to me in a vision, or even all at once,
but I realized I don't know very much
about preserving anything and keeping things tidy
for a future.
Dark bedroom pop uses sounds ranging from the childlike to the industrial to conjure a dark, inward looking atmosphere. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2020