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