The Scarlet Cleaver
The butcher
in a trance
this death
then many more
The cleaver
paused in motion
destruction
to the fore
The blood
is pooling downward
in images
besmeared
Its stain
a violent crimson
tattooing life
— with fear
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
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