Compensation For The Abused

Stark white linen, hangs
 from ligaments, a cohesive
weld, with a twist of cartiledge
 binding the wicked in an
orgy, of floccillation.

 Tattered prayer cloths  exposed,
 erect  near the steeple,  
 where children no longer
play
They lie down,  where
 morning glories  lose their
 heads

Esthesis in a mottled sky,
carried by East wind
  
Dogs teeth  chaw, ptyalise
 the cud of dead persona
 While four bearded elders
stand, empty sewing
the eyelids shut,  of one
 another
 
Their tongues removed,  by
 clergy who  burrow away,  
the sins  of retired priests

River churns
Anticipation.  
genitals stretch,  dragging
 a  lode stone for silver coin  

A  whirlpool of   insanity swirls,
 voices,  cry out for more
 as coffers are filled
 tokens for victims,  blind,
mute, and confused.