Tag: On Apocrypha

What takes the world in lightened sense

Can also seek the outward gleam

They rob the all of essence to

Report the nothing they have seen

Bone extrusions gash and grind

In moistened depths of smacking heat

While tearing flesh from averse bone

The body whole prepares to eat

Crushing razors, hollow shells

That snap, that twitch, that cinch and rend

To hold the subject, bodily,

‘Til mind blows soft and life meets end

A writhing mass of heaped appendage

Slipping grasp the squirming slick

Extend the reach to touch the face

Burn the mind, reveal the quick