Carnage Angel
or, Judith in the Day Without Sword
Primeval ward
Wrought daily with ignorance of his own guilt
Paid sorcerers of words
These spell-casters and manipulators are.
You will not escape the sword
Of they who judge the judges.
Arcane logic and
Archaic reasoning
Are not only on the side of power.
The ignorant eyes of the peons are bound.
Take the stand
To call out your abuser
It matters not--
These pens, barriers, boxes, courts and barracks
Are a divine cartoon.
You will end in a sweet light-flash
Borne up by angels of carrion
Flesh upon decaying flesh
We fantasize of doom pornography
But the real picture was
That we looked for his alcoholic charmer heart
And it was hollow.
Dead before we arrived to suck gleefully,
Let the carnage angel kiss out
Your unremembered vein-filling.
6/28/11
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