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Monsieur Death
Come home
Tonight
The moon will crackle in fear
The church and mosque
Shall lose into ashes
I’ll wait for you
Over a cup of nectar
Deducted of the nerves
Spilled over the graves
And hot soup
Of cold carcasses
Monsieur Death
I live beneath the bed of bones
And worms woo my flesh
And the heat of
Your conspicuous tongue
That wriggles at me
We’ll dance a ball
In roll of darkness
And as eyes start melting
And heels go sore
Monsieur Death
Take me with you…
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"Hands up" - put your hands skyward - until someone
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Black carriage, a black van still inside;
From there thrown into another dark vehicle even more interior
Windows qued up, interspersed doors, the graveyards follow -
The topsy-turvy skeletons
Boring through the bones multitudes of termites
- the manifestation of la dolce vita,
So death in the womb of life
So death engenders death -
Nothing more !
Brilliant... reminiscent of Poe
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