dark room yellow light sulphuric beams like sheets of bewildered hope  

pick out in shapes and shadows, the motes of dust the child, malnourished, fat belly  

ribs poking up creasing sickly tissue skin the eyes are bright so bright 

but it’s a blinding, severed plea come close come closer the stench is a flavour 

it sticks so heavy to the roof of the mouth, the palette peels at its revolting truth 

and the noise oh the noise like a feral cat snarling at a newfound foe 

like a dentists drill a coarse, guttural emetic a vomiting loved one a slowly dying loved one 

the child is left, lost and alone, but look, see a man, a shadow with a scream for a face 

spotlights for eyes nails like daggers forged from the blood of a thousand enemies 

the iron extracted not in a laboratory by shining knights of truth

but in the place where the walls bleed 

the mouths gnash and gnarl so hungry so hungry 

and now they can pick the bones of the willing grail the cup of viscera that cried 

so gently into the night and was saved and raped and

forced apart snipped bonsai'd cut me cut me 

the blood of the world rushes to my head let us pray 

 

qui ambulat simpliciter salvus erit  

qui perversis ingreditur viis concidet seme