Body of hell

I’ll cobble the cells together, give it fortitude.
Hell slinks along on a fifty year old her uterus
removed and her ape’s jaw gasping out poor mes.
And more, Hell hanged herself having sons.
Poor Hell, poor Hell sunk into herself fires
in her mouth running in one place at Southern
target practices four-limbed and fattening ever
fattening thralled on fiat sleeze that smells of drippings.
Poor Hell threw her clawless sons into crowded waters
she swallowed boiling growing Tuscan horns, let
little five-foot Romans turn her insides over gloating
about it to strange men who walk hooved in black shoes.


~ by Jeremy on June 2, 2012.

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