Bellum Omium Contra Omnes

I hold sons in my belly, rotten flesh to sate Dun bricks scattered crumbs arouse Scorched meat, the scent, an irresistible bait Peeling, putrid, mangled: a pleasant browse Clean, gleaming, skin stretched insidious Over me. Etched names with tired pens On stone rowed sympathies, so fastidious Over them. Roll out my vestiges, and hymens Forget and repeat. Sure as winter to fall A fate never escaped, so I’m mated to you In marrow and mind, kin since the call Of time, rapt, a bondage bleak in hue So let the feast begin, cups teem to the brim A procession indefinite, though often grim