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(or "The Necromancer's Blues")
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ancient spine & chainsaw brains
I strut the scent of a soul in oil
a moon of teeth in blue sinew
is dawning to the break of an early grave.
 
With a pensive leisure grazing stone
hellcats shrine impassioned breath
lightning strikes the railroad tracks
to a lizard of fire from the craning maw.
 
My boots, my sins, my tomb, my tongue:
all signed to the time of a titmouse song
shading to a piece that nails release
then jaunts for a kiss upon the lipless ledge.
 
Daemons croon for the dogwood blooms-
chorusing silk & steel on cruel repeat
snake-eyes from sheep heads swooning space
for the borrowed flesh of eternal flame.
 
Astral plane & calloused bones
I sing the rain to a blue refrain
a Sun of chains on crimson teeth
is crawling to the breath of an empty grave.