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