BEN BERMAN GHAN

Annihilation

My body is a river—
annihilation—
In the hungry eyes of men

Asking: what are we?
Bloody mouths drinking.

Becoming is the cruellest sensation in the dark
Black waves hide a word, a body: me.
Dissolve. Drown. Find. Fingers.
Find the snake making skin through mud, his body wet
with ink — he writes me:

In December, we will be brave. Won’t we?