Memory

Hanging Queen. The killer Queen's serpentine glean Like a field of sunflowers: Smell of gunpowder filled with gelatine. Medicine and melancholy, wound-filled barley. Bloodbound fairground, glassware drowned. Lovely scent oils, from mouth of poison gas, Rise brightly, scream, and vaporize. Advise, lullabies that paralyze, frozen in time. Drinks with lime, sip of crime, all despise. Lip rose-red, of blood meadows, red skies. Tonight snows, clearing for the hanging full of flies. Skies of lies, laughs to cries— The uprising, the ending of terror. Bring the Queen into her own clearing, Into the passing.