Scratch

three cheers for existence 
a noble voice shouts from the back
crawling stalling knives and wrecks
crowded tiny obstacles roaming in vast related uncharted gaps
seated kings in dumpster fashion
draping blood soaked reasons
upon the missionaries flag
Arthritic stumbling words
created verbs smashed walls
decending herds
creep anonymously as waves of salted scenes
complete a stretched garden
under which the obscene hidden
corpse
a bequeathed queen
And me the meal
eaten by someone elses
dream