In fiscal flight from the ravenous

Cavernous orifice asphyxiated form

Washed in wolves' blood, sterile and pantomimed

Parting in parts the trial of the worm

Sew the lid closed cough and spit

Into your palm with charitable charm

Slap the bad man's wrist, insist disarm

Do the math, the path is a narrow one

It led me down to a cold and shallow grave

On my tombstone I read the epitaph

"Here lies a man who lived and died a slave"

Till the vexing that his hex annexing

Animates his glorious distresses

Serve the right foot raw so flawed undressed

Semi-conscious concentration

Christmas cards and suffocation

Ambulances beckon bodies

Tires squealing sirens wailing