Kit Kelen #716 - on the Saturnalia

716
on the Saturnalia

rend
make meat of
friend or foe

come to the season's extreme

today it is all about me

so drink till what's to care?
I don't
you don't
we're even

how little this mischievous night!
the world's all morning now
and how our misdeeds shine bright

it's my birthday
I can do anything

now wild
not responsible

somewhere there's winter in the idea
world of a long time ago

but it's upside down
I'm here
blood lets

hung for here's this sun
and too much music

the insects are louder than whom they devour

I have eaten the other tribe
they deserve it

we are all delicious

dark carnival
grim thinking

under the knife
pointing choicest cuts out

all waiting for a Santa Claus saviour
kid in a cradle
witch to burn

a Bethlehem Bedlam

I love a story won't make sense
a night too short for stars

come on rough beast
give us a slouch

need someone
someone to feed to the lions
an insect to pin up
someone to put to the sword

come to me
o death symphonic
tragic like a stage fresh strewn

I pitch my pogrom fork in
I join the bastard crowd