but who's really a singular

Let us go then, I and I
(for the world has turned away,
and left us dry)
out into the city.

Let us tune up,
Turn up,
Fuck up.

Let us be multifaceted and unconfined
In a world that's turned for purpose out of mind,
Let us be real, let us be raw,
and let us sound the call to arms
and prepare the vessels for harm.

Let us go then, I and I,
(forced to toil under patriarchal sky)
Let us go and turn down unfamiliar streets,
The possible retreats
Of others lost, with nothing left to lose.

(Dear God, let us not be refused.)

Let us clad ourselves in robes of gold,
and hope that truth is valued half the much.
Let us try for blood until we're old!
For they have everything to lose,
and we have everything to gain.

So.
Let us go,
I and I.
A commodity to sell - or buy.
A joke, a change, a shifting mess,
A bot/a ghost/a dude in a dress,
Synchronized rather than die,
I and I.
I and I.

Burning Bones

My mouth is full of ashes
as all the words that I left unsaid
burned up in a great blaze
smoke pouring from my nose
my eyes forced open
my throat a burning branch,
my teeth clenched.

For this is a world full of monsters,
and of men.
And I, like so many others,
were forced to steal the skins of others
and fill our mouths with ashes
and burn up in a great blaze.

I am not a monster.
I am a man.
And your presence near my skin has ignited my bones.
How could teeth stay clenched,
fists stay balled,
minds stay closed,
in the wake of burning bones?

My mouth is full of fire.
Your ears are full of fire.
It is finished in fire.
As the burnished sun finally decides to kiss the earth
and we writhe in the passing of the day.
Rooms clear, and loved ones leave,
and none of us can be bothered to take any time at all
to grieve.

Though the truth will guide my way,
Though this fickle fire will light up the day,
I will stand fast.
Skin to skin,
eyes wide open
by your side as our bones ignite.