Ruins

men devour themselves by devouring the flesh of pig
holding the bloody throat klaus barbie kisses
his drool crystallises
visions are played
of his mistress dancing
hand in hand with a paladin

the saliva trickles down to the neck so slowly
barbie raise the glittering blade
hero enraptured

glory is primed again and again as he lets fall the cleaver onto the porceine rump
a warm gash exuded from so cold a tool

tiny stream of saliva sleepily continues the minor journey down the chest
clandestine blood ejects heavily from the wound
chest slipping into stomach
the tiny stream glides down
past the genitalia
passing the body massacre
a convivial tourist in a cruise

ignore the superfluous wanton landscape
where is the next stop
the butcher grooms his beard
strokes the body's war zone
in stagnation with a ruin to feel
both remain still...the cruise has ended
it slipped from the legs

by Raygun