In the strange skin,
killing deer in the white
priscillas What
dark ****
succumbs to this
river of light

I eat in the soft belly
the news of night

born on wings of blood

to take the turning feet
of the red god

spread in white valor
on the orb
of putrescence

blue tinted tiles

  

hushing conversing spittaking  

beneath the crash-hell

burst of scalding fluoridated gossipers

splattering to all-consuming death.

here, here is a new place, a new player in the drama

a cleanser of ****

an exorcist