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Ante Bellum

In this rainy coldness of a night
I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao.
I hope it comes to pass!
As cant as I am - broken as a rib
As grey as ash is - as dim as an ar$e
Take without hesitation this crib
Burry your fingers in it and pinch this salt
Sprinkle it over my eternal wound as you - ad lib
Watch me burn out in a moment like a thunderbolt!
The crown of this banquet - a jewel
Giving this islander of isolation
A continent of frontiers in a cave of cruel
Boarding and grafting,
Waiting and longing,
I am on the keep as an Egret,
Consumed by the beast that is nibbling from within,
Eating the words in the shadow of regret.
Diving through the burning hellfire
Covered in self-inflicted lacerations of magma
And the beating heart enveloped in wire
Then an impulse in the head...[Snap!] syntagma!
Scream followed by howling	
Bloody markings splashed across the wall
Stop the brawl, ante bellum, atoll, at all!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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