I show no mercy for the weak
They’re shattered branches caught
in small maelstroms in the air.

I show no remorse for bonebrittles
They cover skulls with mummy bandages
throwing them into creaking galleon beds.

With breeding wantons from cauldrons
and crinolines strewing quicksilver bars
of metal
I synapse ***** in shock of their
existence.

They seem to be invisible wraiths
disguised as Presbyterian halo’s in
the brain