Order and Discipline (K-16)

by WaitingForLife

Published February 29, 2012

In Poetry

Throw my life to the bones

Torch our pile and wither with it

Kill it, kill it with water, smother

and rape, pillage and soak.

destroy pretention, ommit com-

combustion, seek the caruge (carriage)

of a misused generation. Illegit bastards

drown out the hordes (of normal, normal – boring?)

people. Old men watch young ones writhe, laugh.

Young men choke, fumes in nostrils, laugh, crap

clogging up pores, sucking in wisdom (gone, gone).

Drag out the corpses, flay the fleas, fillet the faggots –

mock the dead, pay tribute to sense.

Carcass rots, gore clings. We smell (and taste!),

it won't leave, won't go, will stay, go away.

Whisperwhisper, they won't hear, they'll know.

Shoutshout, they'll hear, they won't know, shout!

Yhtlif.

Under nose, sounds like sweat

(seeps under skin, into mind, soaks in flame)

weeps of homes, talks of death.

(WE) end.

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