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He drew a question a curtain of flies,
'Are there colors in the dreams of the
He knew the answer when you out his eyes,
'Does count?'
the severed member you clench.
Exalted carrion stench.
Your scorned lover was a street wench.
And she you.

and join the great castration.
Sharpen knives.

They swarm down a manicured flood.
Like frenzied in a rapture of blood.
How we used to call you a stud.
Now stumpy.
Fervent my unholy desire.
Shriek harmonies in our choir.
And set these androgynous afire.
sexless seraphim are memories.

She won't pick bones after all.
Your skull its place upon the wall.
Where her spirit you,
those are married to you.

They her swinging from a pipe
in the basement of the church of Christ.
We RAPE.
We know whose hands are red.