Cocktail

Upstairs, up above
     you are freezing liquid to obscene sculptures,
crying whining rivers
for the four lacking tears.

sweat from the young men
     who seamed, still are seaming, false seams
in your surcoat

sweat from young women
     who seamed, still are seaming, false seams
in your surcoat

we have this system of colors
     we have a method in trial

heedfully I fill another test-tube
     to squash them all to pieces
by rotation,
letting the fragments of glass become nails
in my flesh, the bone structure

I was lacking