Saturday, April 30, 2016

Kit Kelen - #120 - for a series of dark ones - 1 - death, be not proud


120
for a series of dark ones
1
death, be not proud


we don't boil em up these days
not in cauldrons anymore
no boiling oil
the copper's gone
so's the wringer


no drawing or quartering
no garotte in the piazza


but we have our entertainments still


there's still quite a bit
of decapitation going on


flea gets the squeeze
tick drowns in hardest liquor
leech to smithereens, first salted and then with a stone
(and see the bastard squirm its last)


lantana must be uprooted
hung in the branches
as example to its kind
likewise the privet


farmers' friends are to the flames
that's irony in these parts


don't say such deaths lack savour


we call this civilization here






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