Hand of Blood

Screamers,

at edge of tears

where criminal seers

fall into your belly

unfrocking boatloads

this seering

mischievous frenzy

opera & the phantom

theatre be my ransom

holy child

club carrying

scorched foot

where murderers preen

over sintering horrors obscene

& preachers pluck

bury the dead/fuck

& save the day

from your going away –

where foghorns unsoot

torrents of hair

free as mud

& pandering to your belly

licks hard/xtra hard

for any sign whatsoever –

hand of blood,

& torrents swallowed whole

cedes a pathogen of love.