Delle mie prigioni

Of the Iron gates

ineluctably closing

behind the soul of man.

Of the Iron keys clanking

toll of the metal lock

and of the deadbolt.

Definitive.

Why are you buring me?

I ain’t dead, doctor please check!

Of allucinating fever

with boiling eyelids

they are always ajar

I couldn’t sleep

Is there any difference

between light and night

under six feet of earth?

I’m a spirit. Nope. I’m a ghost.

Nope, they’d waver.

I’m a corpse. Serial number on my foot toe.

Caged in this burial chamber.

Raped.

The food has no taste.

Sorry mom, I bear the guilt.

Nonetheless

I cannot forgive you

for giving me

Judas’ Kiss.