When Friendship is no Longer Possible

When Friendship is no Longer Possible

When you came to me

my hands gave up

movement,

declared themselves
drowned in the multiplicity

of throats;  hands no longer

willing to accept  blood

as short-term payment
for friendship--

for in hell we saw each other
as lovers that didn't know

where to look whenever

they sat down

at the banquet  table.