Wound, socket it to me

You trail  
like tail lights
behind enemy lines
blowing off angels wings  
with land mines
 
shit storm doesn't even begin to describe what you boys just stepped into
 
blot out the sun with ink
from the gods Apocalypse
death fell from the blade  
as words from a dying mans will    
 
cremate everything you thought was real
i'd borrow a cup of sugar  
but you're the salt  
i'm the tea that's fine for now
 
driving over Dandelion bodies
they're veils  
were bombs
children  
were the noise  
 
rescued by the murders  
in surgical lights  
scalpel  
cut the infected  
stitches black
 
bright is the operating table
decorated  
with glowing green cellophane tinsel  
from cavities carved
 
boiling in the tenor section
flattened like a pug  
in a waffle maker
how rude to leave a bicycle pedal broke
 
she wore a kimono that day
crossed legs so long i could taste the sea  
laid her head on his chest tattoo
boats brought the victims
they're screams fell silent as the rain
 
 
 
 
 
 
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inspired by:
 _shadoe_ (koshka)'s - "god is in the rain ~"

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/288775-god-is-in-the-rain/