ME THIS DEAD THING---HIDING UNDERGROUND

A dusted tidy pile
yesterdays running wild
hooked into uniform and pleasure
drank a drying fate

She would destroy this beauty given
and only when beneath her flesh
crawls a million unwanted guests
could a haven be unwrapped
nailed into boredoms creased map

White chalky taste
this bitten and hungry debate
laid before an alters slave
family carves and craves
his false open grave

silence I see you dance
whirling against the trance
who knocks hard on this plastic core
I answer only a threat to explore

She lay amongst Christs splinter
holding the thorn in heavens and hells
foaming place

so many flowers
cut
laid in griefs quarter
none forgave
none are found

so many limbless hours
so many in cage require

She drinks under the face
wrapped and bound
in your disgrace