Black Meat
Thursday, June 14, 2012
A casket made from ice
As the cheeks crack
And fingers curl back
As the feet turn black
The chattering spasms attack
Helpless and cold
A swift demise
Should be preferred
To being buried alive
While standing upright
Inside a casket made from ice
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