Day 94 (Breaking News Murdoch Ate Baby Dressed As Dingo In 1982)

Have you ever sliced thin that which life has given no name?

                                       Brought forth the running red haunted by its past blue? 

 

And is it coincidence that the cross and knife bare similar shape? 

       The simple difference featured in the clipped blunt end, but are both not used to kill?  

 

Has history not heard the shrill screams

                                                         Echo 

As the thin slice splits rib cage exposing the churning biological gears

                            Pounding away at all you consumed 

 

They tell me you paid the piper

                                      For the sweet song and dance he played while tapping soft

 

Each

       and

            Every

                   Nail

 

Into your new oaken box

                              A stylish variety

                                                   Built by the hands you would never shake

 

Lost in the interpretation of a laundry list

                                                      Priorities assembled

 

Whilst riding the backs of shaven gorillas 

                                                

But you were to lost in the touch

                                       Screen tangled information

 

Readily available to slit finger

                                  Gushing a river

 

We set sail

            Feasting on the bodies of nymphs