control

With whimpers wet He wept, He wept,
And still the steely blade I kept:
Upon His skin the blade impressed
And trickled soft upon His breast.
A mournful cry He issued then,
But short the steel would cut it when
The blood would issue forth unchecked
And crimson on his shirt be flecked

A child perhaps was then His soul
But nonetheless must burn the toll
Of pride unchecked in parents' hearts:
The hidden rapists, and the tarts.
I slid it quick, the blade of steel,
And through His throat with wicked zeal;
I drew and dropped His wicked frame
And uttered forth His wicked name:

REPENTANCE, the sole Son of Sin,
Inheritant of guilt within;
The mortal coil shed now in fear
Could naught but slowly disappear
And in its stead to my delight
Leapt forth that Daemon of the night
And met my blade with sharp disdain:
Forth had the Daemon leapt in vain.

For from that night It hurt no more
Nor pestered madmen nor that whore
That sits upon the breast of man
And has since ere this world began.
With frothy foam of reddened breath
It withers even now in death
And though I cry, my dear, be still;
My death and His are of His will.

MANNEQUINISM

An old one:

Come love me, my darling,
I shall love you dearly.
Come kiss me, my darling;
But she cannot hear me

My lips
grow
cold
Waiting for her touch.
My heart
grows
bold
But her silence is to much.

Come love me, my darling,
You shall never fear.
Come kiss me, my darling;
But she cannot hear.

An Acrostic Praise of Pork

Oinks of piggies doomed to die,
Destined soon to deeply fry;
Early sizzling bacon grease,
Tumult raised for breakfast feast;
Or perhaps a silence sweet
Speaking soft of roasting meat
Whispers of a dinner nigh:
In these sounds our pleasures lie.

Nothing short of heaven's grace
Ever could the joy replace
Divined by these delicious sounds
In whose great praise our voice resounds.
Now take the plate, prepare your fork,
Inhale the breath of luscious pork;
No time to waste; now don't be shy:
Gorge yourself with pig, says I!