#wo de

It’s getting cold and I just want କାଞ୍ଜି, 

but the place I grew up in is gone. 

I was named for annihilation, काली, 

from the Samskrtam for the blackness before creation. 

There is too much time in me, 

too much blood of the Mór-Rígghain, 

too much blood of the aureoled Nāga. 

The hunger of Apophis or Fenrir — 

I’ve eaten crocodile and lunar cakes, 

and I’m coming for the sun next, 

red as the silk road — 

kɑ:, I say, like Khan, and they flinch, 

my tongue the sword of Damocles, 

throat speckled like foxglove, 

eyes burning like Гоργώv ichor — 

Know that I’m with you

The only way that I can be

Until you’re in my arms again

Tohoshinki performing Doushite on FNS 2017 Fuji TV