In Cloves Of Ice

Obelisk in shell
smooth as a diamond devil
nestled in a hornets cove.
The organs throb ~
heart first
lungs entwined,
buttery glands slopping in fissures
while the cadaver yawns in earnest,
dead eyed as sharks.

Bloodcurdling echoes roar over the eyelash forest
as winter descends onto mortal shores,
and the bullet squinted mass hurled to oblivion.
Those pits where fish quiver,
drilled on thistle barbs to be sucked dry
by rats and serpents ~
those splintered gutsy angels.

And hell's things eager to corrupt
salivating to poison hilts.
The murder wax,
glinting swords sequined with ruby droplets
plunge into a zulu moon to skewer song
and slice memory to ribbons.
Another gulp of polished flesh
a twist of knuckle,
there lay the abominable, delicate babes
in a new sound of ages...

@Steven Francis poems 2010