Gatherers – A Recluse (On 8mm Film)
You laid your body on the ground as you said
You’ll find no peace in the Earth,
So you’d rather play dead than be remembered
You poured another to fight the rain the and cold at your window.
Come in and waste away with me
Momentary fall from your balcony
Our bodies on the concrete, we’re all tributary kill
For the worms to feed.
My slow decay
My super eight.
We put our lives on display to watch them come undone
frame by frame.