Watching the Body Decompose
you are exhumed
your hair is long
nails twisted
inhale and exhale
like the black dog
you speak for the devil
we kneel upon your evil
your grace is a broken vessel
no wait, no quarter
the milk spilt upon the floor
it pools into a haphazard design
a lack of intelligence
there is nothing among us
we walk in our tragedy
our heads bowed down
tails dragging in the dirt
I have eaten you
like the dead
you were my enemy
your head upon a pole
the garish details
my capital, my atrocities
my wounds fester with love
under cruel hardship
crafted with my own hand
© Deep Piercing Cut 2009
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