The mordant, black and midnight priest, Sophisticate of seeming, The horrid, humped, carnivorous beast, That bellows down my dreaming, The bone-yard’s luminescent feast, The interminable, teeming Ghosts of the recently deceased, The recent violently deceased, Uninterrupted screaming. The boxes in the garden shed, The sacks behind the paling, The coffins in the flowerbed, The hammering and nailing, The Lord Protector’s wizened head Transfixed upon a railing, The sense of overpowering dread, Of truly transcendental dread, And somewhere something failing. The shitehawks on the blasted oak, The hornets in the attic, The bumboy sniffing lines of coke, The murderous asthmatic, The…
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