with all that was never enough

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!