Tin-corpses freed unto surveillance’s zone
de-mined,
Bony shacks stapled to dung creeds;
Homicidal bravado grails adangle
As red flushed in hurricanes sewer-sloshed.
Wound parade of ashen breeds
Molten at curtained dawn of murder’s seeds,
Withering flesh in death labs;
Masquerading blindness with minced lids –
Butcher-breath stinging
As mutehood blisters throats…
Pigments of the shamed
Tumoured for puss hills.
Rebellion’s route contraflowed
Piles of riot discharged
Sermons excreting cranial libation
Barged towards putrid vaults of memory.
Epistle mirage of polished upheavals
Tegumentally fleecing the Kains;
Coin leeches as education’s brigade
Reconciled with abortives toil born.
Brace of our path’s tentacles
Fossilized strung on our hospitable
cowards;
Panged with steel-toed penitentiary’s
myth,
Unruffled by our throats’ posterity
vanquished.
Birth’s corpse a totem vile victory
Perfumed with poverty nestled in implosive
death’s
Chorale in freedom’s mourning sling-vocals;
Bowels historical in claws of dust
cannibals.
Brain streaks of famine’s zeal
powder-teared,
Entrails on infants soles upon thrones of
shrills;
Fluid bustle of men fashioned of gore,
The pottery of skulls sweetly stewed
bestial.
Tongue-sky slanted over skin-town,
Nameless roars hummed through anorexic
tripes…
Sleepy torrents broken in dreams of
strife’s
Orange-bright machine sunset poking the
concrete bindings of plight.
Inebriation’s theatres brim liberty’s
dilapidated walls,
Brawls hoodwinked past the pinning night;
Age-wells of abandoned moments hurtled for
vengeance…
The dead dictum of our pallid ashen
fathers amitotic.
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