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Three million beating wings
Of the bacterial soldiers on my skin
Whisper of mollusk
Of scroll
Of ether.
Jesus Christ!
The Carnage under her gums
Eons of feasting on the flesh
Of her torturers!
Flicker of the television screen again,
Razor wire pulled tight
To the breast of Achilles.
His sons weep for him
Tending to the lamps
And gardens
And the city walls.
Of the bacterial soldiers on my skin
Whisper of mollusk
Of scroll
Of ether.
Jesus Christ!
The Carnage under her gums
Eons of feasting on the flesh
Of her torturers!
Flicker of the television screen again,
Razor wire pulled tight
To the breast of Achilles.
His sons weep for him
Tending to the lamps
And gardens
And the city walls.
Published 4th Aug 2024
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4th Aug 2024 6:08pm
What imagery this does evoke within psychological depths. The metaphoric song goes not unheard.
