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Hold the stones in you bare fist

Scrape your knuckles

The salty blood

Drips into my eyes

And the shards of bone pierce my skin

Freeze dried and full of sin

My heart is served

With blood sauce

And pickled sweat

On your plate


Hold the rock

Crack the skull that first appears

And wipe it up with your hair

Wrapped around my neck like a noose

I am hung out to dry

On your flag pole

And the breath from your mouth is a gale

That rips the flesh from my bones

And leaves me exposed

Muscle and sinew and quivering organs

I am dead to you.

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