Death Row

morning breaks like a crack shot through bone
the needs are frightening that i must possess
this hunger in my womb

head out to trenches
crawling on concrete blood
tanks and diesel
mortars and pestle
clouds of promise
blind my way
the kings in control
but the ghosts
are there
and their
and they’re
in hoods of faith
to cut the cord

steal down the path of deaths holy trail
hide from satin's cape in tombs with idols they set ablaze
craters of remains hold pieces of flesh and baby’s breath
wretched with veil wrapped tight to skirmish no eyes
reaching sanctuary for my supply
around and around
to face it again 
and again
and

again
past bloody sheets
car parts for limbs
sparkplug fingers
transmission torsos

naked in hells kitchen
i die for
daily bread

today life goes
and goes
not

within me
and
without me

down a 
baghdad
death
row

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