the devil's diet.

the psalm lies light in your palm
knelt neatly beneath the knell
thrust into the hurt & harm
dwelt in a halcyon hell

the angel's grimace, the death beneath the glee.

the glitter in the gutter.
dancing destitute against a definite death
with song in heart
& sling in hand
Death dwells upright against my eye
while guile kneels beneath the lies

word warrior.

pressed praying against an unfurling inferno
deathly aghast as the botched & debauched
grind grain on groin,
sullying souls for sustenance

only screams pervade this scarlet age-
"be worrier nor warrior
starlit sire nor seer
furrow futures fullsome
with wanton wiles, while
crueltors crave cries of sons
dying desolate & wild"