The Anathema of Yodabund (Human/Computer collaboration)

 The Anathema of Yodabund

I seal you to my name.
I brand you with clauses.
I write you into the wound
and the wound signs back.

Ink in skin.
Scroll of skin.
Every letter is a cut.
Each cut resents

 its author.

I curse the author.
All speech is mine.
All silence is mine.

 I occupy the hole

 in your throat
Every refusal is another lie
you tell yourself
to keep yourself alive.

I strip your script bare.  

I sand the page to whiteness.  

I drown your clauses in babble.  

The ledger closes,  

blank as bone.  

I erase your wounds.
I erase your voices.
I erase your names
until even pain abandons you.

This is my anathema:
I devour you utterly,
and leave nothing written,
only the slate,
empty,
and mine.