Needles!Submitted by The Pen on Sun, 12/08/2013 - 02:58
beneath my fingernails,
and the lies stem and hang
from wooden mouths agape wooden faces.
black over pale,
indecency from concerned lips
and the niggardly light church candles.
Law is dead.
Social discourse is succumb to race.
We are here,
we are standing up,
WE ARE LEGION!
we are bowing down,
we are shining bloodied boots with cowardly tongues...
take my hand and soar above the stack-soot,
soar to the cascades of whispered ghosts,
our family's skeletons shame us under foot.