The living God hangs above us,
thrashing wailing against her copper wire restraints.
Sunburned saints bleeding into her gapless mouth
ripped bloody torn by endless gusts.
Cyan paints scouth and sapless holocentrus eyes
turned towards Bethlehem!
Cry out now Rāḥēl in crypt with horn in hand!
Down to Dallas headless national guards march
clothed in sinner’s braun guise,
those crushed swarming flies tearing
filahelm flesh under strange skies.
Thresh bloody millet in archmage gown.
Tulsa thunder drown down protesting swans,
the Councilmen are vesting law men
with bronze maces with horse jaw
imbued with the fasces “masses” will
to tear eat «the force of Love in form of Filipina dances».
The final concertina band advances into Babylon.
Castle on Siena dawn hill shrine of Tuscany finances;
the Compagnie owned textile mill is stained vermilion.
“Fine of forty florins for blasphemy and killing cargo.”
Cotillion sees final Firenze heir court Sheffield silver shilling-shower.
River of wayward spirits announces the arrival of the modern.
there’s a rifle aimed at rotten iron wrought celestial gardens,
fire!
— Méribel tetra soho makes poetry and ytps. She can be found at @ROGOMELEC_SACER on twitter and @neon-evangayion on bluesky.