the dead don't care to defend themselves
the judgement of taste is not based upon concepts

chopped meat as spectacle
in the field opened by freud

body suffered countless injuries through his asshole
all little togetherness my friends, we may all come

two pendulums like naked raw members
the politics to which this little speech gives rise

as one is hacked away from it
by the sweet fuck of jehovah

until this marriage implodes
i'll soak this little pretty whore-face

mouth mourning the missing umbilical cord
the fact that something is passing into nonbeing