throes of perdition

blind-folded and gagged

stood waiting

with the whole world: my firing squad

at the edge of the world i'm faced out

staring the sun right in the eye

vultures circle above

hyenas mocking the kill

excrement drooling down their chins

atop the cliffs i look down

into the starving hell-mouth

the rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth

their mouth's salivate

fantasizing my gruesome ending

this world looks down upon

a man who can stand on his own two feet

as they're feeding their guns: ready