Poem about Murder : Premeditation



Poem about Murder : Premeditation :




Oh blade you'll warm tonight!

Awash in crimson-purple flows,

Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:

Palpating anatomic mounds

Caressing, dancing, writhing round

Your metal form-

Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,

Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl

Before they crumple; greet the mud-

A taut and unbelieving jowl

Will open out for giving blood-

A vent from down below,

Once a brutal show

Of metal in the man.



By
Mark R Slaughter






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