unequal parts
rain, bone, and meat
brought forth to sup
at the witch’s teat
chemical soup
evacuant sludge
given eyes
and mind to judge
whence came its
beastly form
from no source
but carnal storm
a god bless’d
or curs’d withal
nerves to caress
and chaste to fall
‘neath miasmic incites
of phantoms lost
does he pray return
and weigh the cost
of issue forth
from guileless wyrm
the seeds of a cyst
that’s bound to form
and list her way to life less lived
than beads of light in a fire pit
ever remorse her crude construction whose fault lies with similar slaves
why not detach her limbs and strip her veins
spread out in the air a vaporous wind a ghost of atomic gigantic proportion
sailing now thoughtless merely wrought by hurricane tortion picking up those of similar mind to rend all that is them and leave oneness behind
thegolemsaregoneinatideofcontusionsbutwhyshouldtheycaretheyrethemastersoffusion
