Yimmering and Yammering

Then use my skin instead

If I'm too gross to keep

Then I'd rather I be dead

My meat unfit for you

My bone no use to me

No more than I may do

No more that I can be

Chew me up

And spit me out

The maggots in my muscle shout

On copper rooves

Heavy trodden mangled hooves

Lay me down

Next to the street

Watch the dogs collect to eat

Mix me up

Shake me round

Pour my blood out on the ground

Drink my gore

The crows and such

Like your teeth have waited

For my flesh and bone

Snarl and chew

Like I long to do

On the pulsing in my throat

Lap my skin

As you begin

To keep me wide awake

Then sink your teeth

Into my thigh

Bite deeper as I shake

Bite and chew

Take and use

The flesh I barely know

For I will give

And you will take

On a throne of bone and flesh

He stamps his hooves and stammers while

His loyal suitors, hymns, compile

Needles baked in rolls of bread

Crown upon a molting head

The king of gold and lust and hate

Does poison words of love create

Hate does not feed mortal souls

But fills it up with little holes

Which themselves pour rot and mold, decay

Into the ears of those who pray

To the king of hate and lies himself

With idles lining guilded shelf

He feasts upon their broken mind

Nevermore should peace he find

For devil's tongues

They lap his wounds

And to his taste they sing and swoon

The gates of hell are fit to burst

For evil walks upon the Earth

So legions leak and drip about

Flayed from head to sole,

So that everyone around can see

The guilt draining my soul.

An ant below,

And God above,

And all the people

I do love

Can eat from me

And take away

The guilt that drains my soul

But more will bloom inside my chest

My heart will suddenly arrest

And leave me be

To sail that sea