cracked windows, broken panes, wooden doors on wooden frames,
darkened sky and blurred shadows
can you hear those horrendous bellows
shattered glass, crooked wings, bent beak and flattened spoon
murky depths and dreams of gore
death, life and death galore
swollen, reddened eyes rolled up, out of sight, lost in mind
death! harken! shut out that light
I want to see you dance in fright
dented floors and scrunched-up paper, false beauty – all in tatters
Higher, higher – lift it higher!
Lift those cadavers way up higher!
Ah, the burn, the choking smell,
the soot, the smog, the sickening fog
See those cadavers? Ha ha ha! See them hopping mad like frogs!
your world’s on fire, my world’s on fire –
– Why hello there, little good sire,
This riddle is for you to decipher!