The Silver Sufferer

I tried to imagine
what the skin
of the silver surfer
must feel like
but its impossible
to know. So I
must be banished,
like the skin
of your hands
ripped by the teeth,
into the dark between
the stars floating like
dead skin in a still
room- For you, the
destroyer of worlds.
But I'm just a man
trying to imagine
a way to contain
the power cosmic:
the scar of
a razor's touch,
For you, the
Destroyer of worlds.