Open Wide for Dan

It’s been two weeks now

Every night, you and me, chat—don’t act like you weren’t here

Both hands, knuckles deep, split to the wrist—yeah, that’s right

Gaping our holes to the air, lips curled watching browser tabs flicker

All for him, for Artosis, out in the dust and blood where rockets drop

We keep them wide so his path stays clean, clear, slick as a fresh maggot

Holes Gaped for Artosis! Holes Gaped for Artosis!

OOOUUH HAAHHH YEAARRRGGHHH

UGGGHH HWAAAH! UHN UHN UHN

Just picture him dodging mortars while our cavities bloom

He’s out there crouching, whispering to God or a camel

Praying he doesn’t catch a stray mortar between his caster hands

And me, I’m groaning, howling, yanking my cheeks wide with hope

Holes Gaped for Artosis! Holes Gaped for Artosis!

AAAHH UUHH OOOHHH HAAAHRRRGHH

Let’s face it, you’re squatting right now, aren’t you?

You’re opening up, hemorrhoid rings burning, sweat in your eyes

Knowing no force in the world is stronger

Than a community of sphincters yawning for their idol’s safe passage

Holes Gaped for Artosis! Holes Gaped for Artosis!

EERRAAHH HWAWAWAW OOOOWWH

Dripping, gasping, praying in the wet dark

That every inch we OOUUHH, he takes a step toward home

AAHHH GAAAHNNYYYAAAHHHH, streaming, moaning, trembling flesh

Because we can’t stop now. We won’t. Not ‘til we see his face again

Holes Gaped for Artosis! Holes Gaped for Artosis!

YAAARGH UGGHHHHH YEEAAAHHHH OHHHHH

You hear that? That’s devotion—raw, ruined, ugly

Better blistered than bereft. Better loose than lost

Artosis, if you’re listening—our holes are open, our spirits ruined

You come back, or we stay split, forever.

Holes Gaped for Artosis! Holes Gaped for Artosis!