03 March 2011

clenching down
the venom that palpitates
hatred through the
veins.

the vipers' spit
elongates the expiration
of the protracted
night.

salvage from the storms
the damp chalk
of our
bones.

take their heads
swift and merciless
the waters boil with
blood.

spilling, unending
this is the eternal
hanging of the damned at
dawn.

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