Bone Coral and Brine - Full of Hell

Split skin spread in fetid lacework

Babylon in crusted sea brine

In opulence, he weeps and slumbers

Asseteague son, long begotten

Cryptic jeremiad in circles

Melange of ruinous copse

Self destructive self denial

Pleasure wasted from within

They moan, they whisper, they shake when they breathe

They crawl, they weep, they croak when they speak

They moan, they whisper, they shake when they breathe

With new orifices made, they shudder with relief.

They moan