‘Charred and Grotesque’

'Homochronos'

Homochronos


Don’t look back at me

with your black rubber tread eyes.

You’re beaten, pounded, and spineless.

I hate your snake-head;

your skully gas-mask nose and mouth,

your bony gullet.

You remain charred and grotesque.

I remain jarred and repulsed.

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