Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Show a sign

Lying dead awake
at the bottom of a lake
Fish food, bodies,
and bones were baked
Rusty lock and chains,
a metal plate
Furious surging
Consciousness, fate
Pluck out the eyes
of the devils in need
Tear out the parts
Where the world can see
Whimpering moans
Of a ghostly machine
Shivering sides
Gargle in the reeds
Oil and muck
The corpse turned green
Water and blood
Swirl like a peppermint treat
Show a sign
Polish the shine
Filter the brine
Reveal the wine
The lips of feeding
Fish are eating
A kiss of black death
In a watery grave

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