Watching a musical about cannibalism.

They eat and drink

until unborn.

Rolling on back and belly.

Speaking in terms the world will never know.

 

In a red-neck bar the sawdust would soak it up.

In the sub-basement of the most secret society

The marble floor would be stained.

 

Head to foot on the grass.

Under 14 tons of old school steel.

You asked if I was happy with the struggle?

 

The Red Badge of Courage.

The Scarlet Letter.

Passion and sand in some one else’s car.

 -jesse bercowetz