A Pantoum

My face was bruised wan in moonlight
I turned the mirror to stained glass
Profoundly, terribly, beautifully cracked
I didn't recognise myself

I turned the mirror to stained glass
That's what they told me when I was young
I didn't recognise myself
When I took the needle and slid it in

That's what they told me when I was young;
the whisper of God pressed into my skin
When I took the needle and slid it in
It isn't fun any longer

The whisper of God pressed into my skin
I stuck myself and almost laughed because
It isn't fun any longer
It isn't funny any longer

I stuck myself and almost laughed because
My face was bruised wan in moonlight
It isn't fun any longer
Profoundly, terribly, beautifully cracked

Méchant Dæux is a poet exploring the intersections of morality, faith, and depency. Their current 
work, “A Por Escuse for Rimbaud,” is an ongoing poetic collection that wrestles with the sacred 
and the profane, drawing from a deep well of existential inquiry. 
Beyond the written word, they are the driving force behind REALITY: TELEVISION, a band that 
serves as a vehicle for their poetry—where text collides with sound, attempting to create some 
bastardisation of the Mass; something raw, urgent, and confrontational. 
Projects: 
A Por escuse for Rimbaud (Poetry Collection, in progress)