Dark Celebration

Sing me a love song
Full of poison
In each hand
A blade 
Clasped
Deadly dance
One
Two 
Three
Kisses
From me
To you
Come in close
Whispered desire
Let my fingers
Flit across your skin
Burning
Brand of humiliation
Brand of debauchery
Marking you
Calling you out
For 
Pimps
For 
Monsters
They all will know
The devastation you wrought
Pyres burned
Screams of divorcing
Too late
To be forgiven
Fuck you
No longer worth…..
My attention.
©Feb. 19/21
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Awaiting Rapine

Rubble
reduced
ravaged land
claw through debris
floating from dull grey clouds
there is no summer
there is no spring
or fall
only the winter of destruction
lays across the land.
Crowing
destruction
laid waste
world
no longer flourishing
survival the new way
the only way.
Rusted crown
upon Jester’s head
shaking rattle
fiery denial
wrong doing not done
slanderous rage
all blaming
finger pointing
mouths screaming.
Gather round
murderous claim
no better then vultures
hovering
waiting…..
for death
waiting…..
for the axe to fall
head to roll
alas dear Horatio
it is already too late.
©Jan. 27/20
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