Homo Sapien Lamentarius

Surfing the dust of culmination in the outcast creature,
the shedded scales of the Leviathan condensed for the skin of a hominid,

slit in the sapien's spectre
wholly possessing the stink of an oni
wrapped in smited light.
 
Was it enough to say that it was evil
and that any drunkard of its foxglove organ pipe was a tremoring Mad Hatter?
 
The smirk bore the fossil of the reprieved
and squeezed through eyelids a frequent scarring flares.
 
The homo sapien lamentarius,
deformed in its intelligence among variety of the deformed,
yet not corrected by another wise
—centrifuged into gases.
 
The endocrine vapor.
But not a person,
but still of cherry drops of enripened goal,
disintegrating the estate of the omni-tribunal
with sparks of crying.
 
While outcast
and hovering above the calcified tree of its mutant race of the perished or plagued
from heart attacks like all modern emanation.