Proving the Existence of the Hole

A poem I wrote after my friend died a while back.

Proving the Existence of the Hole
by Austin Runyon

Your throat must be like needles to touch
And your corpse charred found splinters in dust
Break skin and pierce their way in infection
I caught
Splintered spattered black wood spread by touch
That thread through the eye of heart needles
And touch

Author's Note

Honest criticism appreciated.