Joseph Bathanti Quotes & Sayings

The clock sweats out each minute
of what meat is left to us. — Joseph Bathanti

Our favorite games were killing.
Our favorite books were death.
It had been beaten into us:
God is love.
Not the parched face and gnarled
capes across a stick body; jittering
in the nude sky, we couldn't see
trying to touch us
for the blood in our eyes. — Joseph Bathanti

But there was little heart to our lust,
only the confusion of not knowing
how long we'd have in our bodies. — Joseph Bathanti