These storybooks woven with leathery imbrication Filling my palms with vile indication Detailing such wickedness and strife What ethereal threads cling to life?
Such labyrinthine desires scrapping in my mind My soul from body; that body which isn’t kind To delve deeper within the wounds that sever To fellow wolves, demons and toothless beggars
Unholy martyrs preach from a podium underground Ablaze in hellfire, monsters of the ravenous mound Black tongues and cheeks full of worms and leeches Coals flung and burning over deafening speeches
Sumptuous in eloquence, these tossers and man-boys Evocative displays of violence, hushed by silence and toys Beseeched, reprimanded in city squares with common folk Feeding dogs in heat slop with a pail and tote
Children waving hi to people in cages, smiling indifferently Don’t they know what this is? Yes and no, forever in shame Don’t they know there be wickedness afoot? There be shadows of molestation And whips of industry Eyes removed and replaced with bar-codes There be devils amongst the valiant And dark angels amongst us The few and proud Recite aloud:
“Darkness brings uninvited guests And our bodies are bare Give us a blessing, a crumb or drop Of life that we all can share.”
Veins full of rubies and auburn sapphires Creepers laced in the cowls of cadavers Red water thicker than mud and spit The fatherland sicker than a rotten ****
There be dark angels amongst us, telling tales deep-seated They be grave and weary, their lives left defeated Now in the wilderness they give slothful lectures But it’s only fools who listen to these rambling specters
And soon no one listens Save for the moon that glistens