Eve Of Destruction

Try as I might
I can not stop the destruction

I pull her panties off
she tastes like bread

my brain sits on the table
the sun is stuck in the kitchen window

the coin of her eyes so wide
I think I've swallowed her whole

she's frightened
and round as a ball

the hair on my head
cold against her belly

I hear her gasp like Christ
when the first nail is driven