And The Silent Badgers Tail Will Rise Again

for only the second shaking of the hand

the silent badgers tail turns to severed spear

draped about the floor. feathered and flustered

her second brother to the throne of the fetching line.

stained glass for this seething of insightful must

with calm minds comes the strangle of a mangled shoot.

for only the second making of a watered wound;

I am all at sea with this insufferable supper of sludge.

this gathering of all that is beyond -beyond what came and went-

these tales upon the ears that stand upon the grating core.

the uprising of the lowest. soured weeds in casks of kidneys stone;

I am all but a second away from the intestines of the butchers pride.

prayers for the thirteenth time of asking thirteen years

since when has depth of thought brought height for suppers kind?

you are the mauler! the crawler on the doors as uninvited guest;

the being -supreme- uncertain? yes. but certain all must end!

curtains slain and drawn. as bishop takes pawn. as brawn takes brain.

let us feast upon the flesh of the beast of the great disdain;

and the silent badgers tail will rise again!