Obliterated and steaming
A carcass of the lord, lord of democratic
Wet t-shirt contests. I oblige a
Morbid collection of toe clippings.
What happens when the organ dumps
Are full? A shadow comes and sniffs
The ruins of a hospital’s viscera.
We wear a cloud of diabolical
Children’s sweaters. Hallway shame
Enlargens the sounds of momentous
Legs astride for revenge, clouds
Of revenge stomaching a weight,
A writhing combustion on the soldiers
Hill top of remorse. Which steams.