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Stab Him Now,Helpless And Protracted.
 Stab him now, helpless and protracted
Stab and wound till his pores no longer open.
Insects of the night, beat your whirring
Wings that his ear-drums should be punctured.
Sing him damnation that blasts these awkward
Bones such as saints would flee.
Free him from hearing such blasphemous talk;
They rapture his nerves, make nervous imps out of
The strongest.

These chiding talk of incompetence and ingratitude
Like horrid steel bells richocheting
Through a universe of ears.
Such horible sound, of maddened beast
Blaring thence whole country decimated.
Forever into the saintly field of innocence will
The grating sound be carried, solemn
On death-incensed air as the plaguing
Locusts looming lasciviously over the distant hill.

Stab him now, wounded and voicelss.
Stab and stagger till no more blood hiss
From the now gangrenous openings of his pores.
Fleetingly this life becomes to him like the kisses
Of deceptive lovers to whom in stealth love is whored.
Insects of the night, dark with blood and drunk
With blight; rejoice and regroup under the air
Of bloodied lust.
Make him for a sacrificial heifer
Impaled on the father-figured altar
In abject submission.

How life was drawn out in a breath.
How soon death's minion comes
To usher his pale ghost into oblivion.
A prison of nothoingness;
An oblique palace with claws for towers
And scales for roofs where demoniac weepers
Shelter.
And he no more will halt the death
That surely comes, that comes surely.
His surly countenance announce the silenced death
Of a once blinded, muted and deafened man.

A man who was a child and lost in the
Memory of his halcyon days.
A child who became a crippled man without praise
In the unseen ritual of his Pharisaic begetter.
He was this Adamless child who was maimed
By a Cain-begotten man.
The mother who was his sanctuary where he
Stood unscathed from fiery whips has
Mothered rebellion in the wounded creature.
His is a throbbing pulse in the gigantic thudding
Of the dictating Thunder.

Now no more wound will twitch his face.
No more lacerations pain his movement.
He has no more care for comfort.
No need now for merriment,
Not even for his unattainable mother.
For that he has this misery.