Black Squash From The Clay
naphtha laced veins
incisorless piety
a reckless dynasty
from the clay
you were created
so why escape
and they just want our bones
so they can pick their teeth
when you were down
who was there to comfort you
to offer you black squash
and when you ok'd
your tear burgeoned
the blood was effusive
and they just want our bones
so they can pick their teeth