Vicious Poetry is Vicious

[toujours_nigel]

Feast

I will slice your flesh into slivers

And the tender meat pull

With great care from the bones

Of your hands, and crunch them

So that your marrow lies in my mouth,

Your hands, feet, belly I will devour,

Your thighs roast, your lips eat raw,

Your brains slurp with relish,

I will gorge myself on your still-warm corpse,

Till all you were is securely held

In my still-breathing body;

Tonight I will feast on you

And tomorrow walk away, belly full.

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Lullaby

Keep the nightmares from me

As I sit crouched against a hollow,

Concrete and crumbling brick

Mingling with my hair,

Creeping into my clothes,

Colouring, corroding, my skin,

And exhausted, let my eyes close,

The flames of burning buses fanning

Into greater heat the humid air,

The screams of dying men

And the mobs’ shouted slogans

Loud in my ears, let me sleep.