Thursday, February 04, 2021

A VOID

 A VOID

a static feast, platters heaped
high with cruel and violent
delights—some rendered as
sweetmeats, some as overcooked
steak—carbonized until transformed
into something antitoothsome and
ferociously in need of
mastication beyond any normal mouth…

hence, and so, the demons
of some forlorn and two faced
month crawl from their suburban
hells, to celebrate some crude
and broken Agonalia, too eager
to offer the sacrifice—only willing
to read if the text is haruspical—
to sail if the sea is spittle—
to hear if the scream is
far beyond paranymic—to be

only if they can be
nearly empty vessels of need,
yawping mouths wide and yowling,
mewling, amok, crying out for
the ghost of a meal
they had only ever dreamed.

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