Waed, for a stain- a split second- gains strength
Shade of red amid a gloomy wavelength
Made rainbow saturated in vulture’s stench
Splayed, festering on asphalt and blaring outwards “Death!”
Waed- like reaching outwards, pulling at my breath

Aid not for a laid out system of cells killed,
Pomade out on the gas station pavement
Came He, vulture, for a mind filled
To unbraid scents, spent nights, days unfurled,
Aid He not even the shade between brain wrinkles

cloud smudge the carrionoil spill
i am scared- i am not- oh, how these thoughts fill,
cloud, smudge my carrion coil- just how still
do i lay for the vulture?

Bore, they, holes along me for centuries
For, He, deathly centered in my memories
Gore and tasteless fluid ley my heartsease
And tore slowly through my arteries
Or seeped sour ‘round like nectaries

cloud smudge the carrionoil drips
i can feel the rain- i cannot- it licks
waters mix the carrion spoil- just how styx
splits away the odour