The Boar’s Snout

His nose is bustled in my neck
Hazy. Bigots always saying sorry
While they're standing over the body
Somehow, somebody's face is missing
Tantra chain lock collars, unmasked dogs
I can picture the minutes, feel the minutes
Before his body hits the cement
Billboards make the brainwaves sway
Breathing out like a contaminated street vent
Knock me to the ground, watch and wait
Until the slime comes out. Abort the only flesh left
I spy head against brickwork
His smells conquered. Hands limp, freezing over
Snot slides down into my mouth. You're not mine now
Taken away