The skin from scalps is sticky
The Judge, with hand on his . . .
turns sand to blood as he
smiles, spits he tells me
It’s the start of your death
And you know nothing yet
The light’s gone and wretched
Curl in a coil, their last rites
Howl of squalor
now relish your appetities
[and the rest of us
slouch and bear witness]
Execution Museum (x 3)
from Evening Redness in the West, released June 25, 2016
The Judge, with hand on his . . .
turns sand to blood as he
smiles, spits he tells me
It’s the start of your death
And you know nothing yet
The light’s gone and wretched
Curl in a coil, their last rites
Howl of squalor
now relish your appetities
[and the rest of us
slouch and bear witness]
Execution Museum (x 3)
from Evening Redness in the West, released June 25, 2016
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