scorched earth erotica
cradle of filth
this to be your last with our vast return
at three sixes where hill-beacons burn
your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
arms tied down crucified. the slaughter
outtakes from the rape of the world
sins expelled from heaven
now befoul from the bowels of hell
where the tragic in theory and practice fell
each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours
strung where crippled vultures dare
coughs another cross to grave god's failure
now dreat cedars feed the pyres
need-fires lit for greater harm
as her children toy with razors
sightless and deeply scarred
and the moon arose to phase her
cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars
back through the shattered glass
(we come like drumming thunder
tides enwreathed in scum and plunder
kraken-teethed to tear asunder
all those too blind to see.)
where the tragic in theory and practice meet
we rage like a plague through this age of greed
a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat
disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor
whose worth is worse than the curse
of sardonicus choking on his own saliva
who shares the last laugh now
dead wedded fates fulfil their vows?
foot in mouth of sacred cows
face down in dust and poisoned ground.