ornate cage
lay in the small clearing
its rusted door shut
but it could not contain
it failed its birthright
it has an odor
like the blades of murders
like the taste of living in constant apprehension
drag its heavy steel frame
to the edge of the road
thinking to take it and destroy it
to be free
to be running

loaded heavy the truck
labored in the long hot miles
the ornate cage towering over its transport
the heavy air tears at it
and it leaves a reddish black trail
of rust like a decaying mind
and even the lesser of the nameless can track
as you race the tropical sun to the
killing floor

the rain is the whole world smashing down
from the livid grey sky
and the cold scrapes at my lungs
hunched over i grasp the cage
by its greasy handle
and drag it to the fire
the one that has burned here since time was forgotten
im gonna break this evil spell
i cast the cage into the flames
she breaks free and
the horrible cage of her lust
is running amok once again
the disassembled disease
of her lie is free to destroy
ornate cage is still nothing but a cage
no matter how much makeup your put on her