with all that was never enough
baskets of eggs bent over corrugated paws
witches in ditches of shouldered blood
with all that was ever enough
soldiers with pawned refugees
broken and bound
tied to the cross of St. Anthony;
too soon the quickness of sudden sods
pampers the brow of a borrowed twitch
sorrowful yet calm yet smothered in constant stare
on marbled red with a colourless bitch;
purple blood somewhere where lava flows
where no man lands with hands of peregrine
on towers of flowering tulips where once a torso dangled in spiteful greed
look between the breeze as heaven opens it\'s claws
as slowly we cower and bleed;
one hundred pieces for our jigsaw to bargain with
life for the tooth of immortal whim
as quickly we scamper and swim
with knees between our heads
watching the insufferable buggers on chinless wag
warm beneath the beds of watercress pond
where god dices with death with his smoking of shag;
with all that was never enough
was never enough for the trading of the old butchered hag!